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Don't mind me..." she whispered. "Go ahead and do just what you want to do. |
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Go rob a bank or go smash a window. I'll be waiting here with your slippers |
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and your tea. If they haul you off to jail, I'll visit every Tuesday. I'll |
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keep the chainlock on the door and buy everything mail-order. I'll plant |
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those photographs of you on every wall, in every corner. I'll have you |
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staring from the ceiling, I'll stay loyal even when I'm dreaming. I'll see |
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no-one else at all. You're my universe, my guide, my reason for existence. |
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I'll do anything you ask me - anything at all I belong to you. BELONG! You |
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own me, made me, have the power to destroy me... Go ahead I'm yours. I'm |
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yours. I'm on all fours, just do the hell what you like! I'm yours! You have |
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my soul. Sell it if you want to. I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm yours. Go ahead, |
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sell my soul. I'm yours... |
