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Aisha |
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We've only just met |
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And I think you ought to know |
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I'm a murderer |
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Babies need blood |
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I have a portrait on my wall |
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He's a serial killer |
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I thought he wouldn't escape |
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Aisha |
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He got out |
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We live in a cemetery |
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A cold and damp place |
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And science runs through us |
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Making us Gods |
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The rules are all wrong |
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Every perversion is justified |
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They honestly believe dead bodies |
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Anything goes around here |
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I still want to to be human |
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What am I? |
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What am I? |
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I'm a murderer |
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Aisha |
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I'm confused |
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Aisha |
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I'm vibrating |
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I'm a murderer |
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The Gods all suck |
