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im turning tricks im getting fixed ,im back on boogie street, you lose your grip ,and then slip into the master piece,and maybe i had miles to drive and promises to keep ,you ditch it all to stay alive ,a 1000 kisses deep.and sometimes when the night is slow, the wretched and the meek we gather all our hearts and go ,a 100 kisses deep.