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Others cry for help |
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Just like it would change anything |
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Lunatics find no conclusion |
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Bodies simply gliding |
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Figures draw wildest illusions |
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Drag me in their draft |
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My back so strong like thousand reptiles |
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My fingers reach for miles |
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Perversion finds its roots within our hearts |
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Some-body dares to love |
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Others cry for help |
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Just like it would change anything |
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Fingertips touch so many bodies |
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Motionless accepted |
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Lips regret so many kisses |
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Whispered words just as well |
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Mistaken seem my careful moves |
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Misunderstood my choice of words |
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Psycho-logically seen |
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I prefer this kind of stimulation |
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Others cry for help |
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Just like it would change anything |
