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The Departure: Today We Give Ourselves to the Fire lyrics
And I feel like making love to a photograph
Photographs don't smell
Yeah, give it to the Soft Boys, Soft Boys
Well, I told you baby, I was the only one
Then I left myself and now you're the lonely one
Machines can't jerk
Yeah, give it to the Soft Boys, Soft Boys
'Cause hard boys groove and white boys masturbate
But then Soft Boys wind up with a Doctor Messerschmidt
He just a one-o-nines 'em
Yeah, give it to the Soft Boys, Soft Boys
And I feel like making love to a photograph
Photographs don't smell
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