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There are no streets for my heart |
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Nor voices can make my naked body shiver |
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But I need a slave |
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Who will stab me and a faithful dog |
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That will devour my body |
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Love me while I confided you my intentions |
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'Cos you know I will fail |
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Love my childish purity |
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'Cos you know I'd lick every sin your flesh |
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The limit of love is that |
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Of needin' always an accomplice |
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I've lil' in my pocket just some sand and some stupid truth |
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But enough to redeem your lack of style |
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And your vague sense of duty |
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My certainty falls while your saliva tastes like my sex |
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My tongue furrows your seals |
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While the night whispers our end |
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The limit of love is that |
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Of needin' always an accomplice |