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So tell me again how it feels to give yourself to the scum |
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in the beautiful machine where we made love. |
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Green and brown influence had a hold of you. |
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Was there pleasure in your mind? |
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Excitement of this getting out makes you scream. |
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Why couldn't that be the day you choked on it? |
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No one around to save you. |
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No one to crush your stomach from behind. |
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Was it everything? |
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Do you regret your night? |
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I recall you saying you don't regret a thing. |
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Well go on your way thinking of no one else but yourself. |
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Maybe one of these nights, |
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a confession-semi will smash your tires from behind. |
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Just don't ask questions, |
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just fly around with your head cut off, |
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never regretting a.. |
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No one around (to save you), |
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no one to crush your stomach from behind. |
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No one around, |
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no one to crush your stomach from behind. |
