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erase the pictures from my mindeliminate the presence of your kindunloose the strings of instinct lawsjust to fall into some other jawsin pounding afternoon |
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I risefor the pleasure of dying twicea wingcut anges in declinebreathe my air and |
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I'll be fineput your teeth in mecarve your name in me |
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I don't care if there is somethingthat |
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I'm blind to seeinvite yourself and feel freeto pick up splinter of debrisit's in your sys. exsubdues all that's delusiveinitially this lie |
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I'd recoilbut again |
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I crawl this dirty soilof all possessions |
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I did treasurethis one's strictly for her pleasure |
