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Is it thirteen? |
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Is it number ten? |
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1971. |
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When life had just begun. |
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Is it my brother? |
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Born in '79. |
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My two-year daughter, or the one I left behind. |
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They lie and smile insist. |
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Better place wanted. |
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I can feel your eyes, burning, in my mind. |
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Expire. |
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Dead. |
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Running. |
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Pulling. |
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Plugging. |
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Doing. |
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Chastity. |
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I promise not. |
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In figure. |
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Naked. |
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Sweating. |
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Bleeding. |
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All forsaken. |
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Promise. |
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Nothing. |
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Nothing. |
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The ramblings of a madman. |
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Poison. |
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Words. |
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Naked. |
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Sweating. |
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Nothing. |
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Nothing. |
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Poison. |
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Nothing. |
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They pull you out it's very intimate. |
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To think they even make the time. |
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All is not to be forgotten. |
