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The masochism is alive, my desire for skin is unnerving. |
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Flesh to flesh, the taste of the death, temptations rise. |
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Now if she could only speak we could set this everlasting, this girl in a box leaves me wanting more. |
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This will be our little sweet six, six, six. |
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Be still my love for we cannot be seen, or they will surely take you away from me. |
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I slide inside the hell within, for there's nothing like her rotting skin. |
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I bet that |
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I've ****ed more dead girls than you. |
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The smell of romance is in the air |
