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Ooh, c'est tout |
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I curse the day that I laid eyes on you |
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You thirsty, dirty, stupid root |
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Status: Over; we are through. |
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Ooh, c'est tout |
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The needle, like a thorn removed, |
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Slipped out from this aching bruise |
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Status: Weapon is defused. |
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Ooh, c'est tout |
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Broken girls, when rag-doll used, |
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Can't be expected to be true |
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Status: Villain has been subdued. |
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You beg for mercy, but I refuse |
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Step off! |
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You have been excused |
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Vous n'avez pas un coeur |
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Solipsistic saboteur |
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You are twisted and unsure |
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You see her lipstick and pearls |
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And want to devour her |
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But now she's tearing up your insides |
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All claws and fur |
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Get up! |
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Give us a smile |
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Get up! |
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Get out of this |
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At least for a while |
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Get up! |
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Ooh, c'est tout |
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Tortured dolls will become cruel |
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Porcelain repaired with glue |
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Can't hush the shrieking of a wound |
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So deep it's feral through and through |
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Status: I am done with you |
