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The envious audience is chasing us through the cold slop of reality exhibited in the dying drama, our design became their wounds we will never follow their sickening script, never pass them but a fake smile and every fucking motion is motley, dispelled from morals... |
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All the little girls have turned into the women that will suck us off... (Comme il faut...) |
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Legions of tiara clad virgins are sifting my fairytales, morbidly possessing my crayons...and it truly fucking hurts |
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All I ever wanted was everything and then some all |
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I ever wanted was to love someone all |
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I ever wanted was the joy they sell all |
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I ever wanted was a heaven in my hell |
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Everything |
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I ever wanted was to disappear here -all |
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I ever wanted was all they ever wanted... everything |
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I ever wanted was an attempt to care -all |
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I ever wanted was all they ever wanted... |
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Everything |
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I ever wanted was a pill to make me gleam everything |
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I ever wanted was the paramount dream |
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All I ever wanted was everything...and then some... |
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All I ever wanted was to love someone... ...the joy they sell... ...a heaven in my hell... |
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Everything |
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I ever wanted was to disappear... |
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Everything |
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I ever wanted was an attempt to care... |
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Everything they ever wanted was a taste of my fluency everything they ever wanted was a piece of the tragedy |
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All I ever wanted, all they ever wanted all |
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I ever wanted, all they ever wanted... |
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All I ever wanted was everything and then some all |
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I ever wanted was to love someone all |
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I ever wanted was the joy they sell all |
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I ever wanted was a heaven in my hell |
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Everything |
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I ever wanted was a pill to make me gleam everything |
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I ever wanted was the paramount dream |
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All I ever wanted, all they ever wanted |
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I am the drug they always wanted... 6. |
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BENIGN BOH |
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EMIAN BRIL |
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LIANCE [Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T.E.Tunheim] |
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I whirl like wilted petals in blissful reverie affected only by the recession your sinful(glittering) eyes, gentle with concern, windburn my (quasi)famous expression a thin strip of white appears at the sky and |
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I cherish the soul's retrieval 'cause even when you tempt my soul it's not enough to make you evil |
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Even though we have never met you seem eerily familiar as if |
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I have known you forever...oh, blissful dismay |
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So many similarities... |
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I bloom like poison, cling to the earth and maintain my imperceptible glare sometimes even the devil gets blinded by guilt but |
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I just waive my attempts to care voyeuristic and whitehot you stare at the expression on my face my fluency becomes you in a vivacious smile of unearthly grace |
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Even though we have never met you seem eerily familiar as if |
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I have known you forever...oh, blissful dismay |
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So many similarities, bohemians in equal brilliance soulmates rejoicing in the fall of a vivid summerday so many similarities, so many hearts left dead in the breeze so many equal thoughts of glittering cold so many patterns black of malicious gold |
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We could enter eden with hellfire love... |
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Imagesque addiction transformed into the next intervention worship the pleasures of celebrity, exit reality and dream with me... |
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So many similarities, bohemians in equal brilliance soulmates rejoicing in the fall of a vivid summerday so many similarities, so many hearts left dead in the breeze so many equal thoughts of glittering cold so many patterns black of malicious gold |
