Music
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It was only a kid, it was only a kid
Now I'm falling asleep, and she's coming again
While he's having a smoke, and she's taking a drink
And they're going to bed, and my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head, but she's touching it
It's just now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me close
I just can't look, it's killing me
And it's taking control
Just in time, they say
