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I think I've become one of the others |
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I think I've become one of the others |
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I think I've become one of the others |
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There was a frail syrup dripping off |
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His lap danced lapel, punctuated by her |
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Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching |
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Gizzard soft as a mane of needles |
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His orifice icicles hemorrhaged |
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By combing her torso to a pile |
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Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse |
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She was a mink hand job in sarcophagus heels |
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Bring me to my knees |
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Read the sharpened lines |
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All my arms |
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Bled me blind |
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Faucet leaks in shadows |
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Spilling from morgue lancet |
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Caressed your fontanelle |
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I've sworn to kill |
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Every last one |
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Every last one |
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Panic in the shakes of the wounded |
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Panic in the worms |
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Onto the floor |
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And out of your mouth |
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Out of your eyelids |
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No there's no [...] |
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