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Lowered winding look, and obscure wet sound |
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The more swirling the more craze in your dance |
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Winding slowly, you give a gaze |
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It's partly because you are weak, |
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isn't it better to have your fingers in your mouth? |
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Lies coming rear, I think I'm going to be broken up |
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Throwing away all the mirrors, tack them back of the door |
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Anyway, after some violent moments, you'd be cracked |
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It's won't take too long for you to stop |
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You'll vomit, trying to to seize a headless image of future |
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I'll open the doors |
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And I'll stub you |
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That will fill your fantasty |
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Hey, I'll penetrate it. |
