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You don't actually care |
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Love for you is no beginning |
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You're not really there |
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Hallucination |
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I thought you were listening |
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Hallucination |
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I thought you were listening |
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Hallucination |
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I understand you think you're above it |
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The adolescent sense of the sky |
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The feeling of billowing heartbeats |
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The fingertips run through your hair |
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They run through your hair |
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Hallucination |
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Hallucination |
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Oh you think you're so special |
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That there's no law meant for you |
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You come and go like the goddess you are |
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We're mere mortals below |
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Fingertips run through your hair |
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We are mere mortals below |
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Are meant to be peons |
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Are meant to be servants |
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Are meant to be dismissible objects |
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One fucks with |
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One fucks with |
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Poor pitiful creature |
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The winner in heartbreak |
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The winner in caring |
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The winner in every miniscule method of wearing |
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Your heart on your sleeve |
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A red star of idiocy |
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An idiot's idiocy |
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My, my caring for you |
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Caring for you |
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Do you think we're a book |
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Some kind of a table |
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You can rest your feet on when you're able |
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Red star of idiocy |
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An idiot's idiocy |
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My caring for you |
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Poor pitiful creature |
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To notice the pining |
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The self deprivation |
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The self flagellation of you |
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Dear worshippers |
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We do like you regal |
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We do like you haughty |
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We do love to look upon your perfect body |
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The hair on your shoulders |
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The smell of your armpit |
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The taste of your vulva and everything on it |
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We all really love you |
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And you have no meaning |
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You don't even see us |
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You were never caring |
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You go do what you do |
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You do it for you |
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No one exists with you |
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You're way above caring |
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Leave a trail upon the wake |
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That no one ever tries to take |
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Because waiting for you |
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Thinking of you |
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Is another way of dying |
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Is another way of dying |
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I'm clawing your chest' |
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Til your collarbone bleeds |
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Piercing your nipples 'til |
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I bite them off |
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I scratch your face and bite your shoulders |
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Way above caring |
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Way above caring |
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And your Kotex jukebox |
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Your Kotex jukebox |
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I'm doomed, |
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I'm swearing |
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Waiting for you |
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In your high heels and nightie |
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Your leather dress squeaking |
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Latex now sweating, waiting for you |
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In your tincture |
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Your opium white bathrobe |
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Your white tiles run red now |
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Are we both dead now? |
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The liquid exchange of our heart |
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The liquid exchange of our heart |
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Are we both dead now? |
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You're way above caring |
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Your heart on your sleeve |
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A red star of idiocy |
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An idiot's idiocy |
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My caringMy caring for you |
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My caring for you |
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You're way beyond caring |
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Your heart on your sleeve |
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A red star of idiocy |
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An idiot's idiocy |
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My caring for you |
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Oblivious to caring |
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Oblivious to caring |
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Oblivious to caring |
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Leave a trail upon the wake |
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That no one ever tries to take |
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Because waiting for you |
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Because thinking of you |
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Is another way of dying |
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You're way above caring |
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Oblivious to caring |
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Oblivious to caring |
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You poor pitiful creature |
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The mistake of feeling |
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The one who rejects you is the winner, |
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It's trueThe winner in heartbreak |
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The winner in caring |
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The winner in every miniscule method of wearing |
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Your heart on your sleeve |
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A red star of idiocy |
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An idiot's idiocy |
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Your heart on your fuckin' sleeve |
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My caring for you |
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We were meant to be peons |
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We're meant to be peons |
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Mere mortals below |
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Meant to be servants |
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Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with |
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Oh, oh, oh you're so special |
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No law meant for you |
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You come and go like the goddess you are |
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The fingertips run through your hair |
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A billowing heart beats |
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FeelingFeeling |
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What a glorious feeling |
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To be so rejected |
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So rejected |
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An idiot's idiocy |
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My caring for you |
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You think |
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I'm a book or a table |
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You can rest your fuckin' feet on |
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When you're able |
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The taste of your vulva, everything on it |
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The hair on your shoulders |
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The smell of your armpit |
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We do love you, to look upon your perfect body |
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We love you regal |
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We love you haughty |
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Oblivious to caring |
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Oblivious to caring |
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CaringOh my dear |
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Oh my dear |
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Oh my dear |
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Oblivious to caring |
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Are we really dead now? |
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Are we both dead now? |