| How did we learn to love you?
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| Now that we’ve learnt the outcome it’s your kind
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| That’s taught me hate…
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| Nerp. |
| Nerp. |
| Nerp. |
| Nerp
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| Whore is not the name to give unto your traitor
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| Copulator you’re damned with the things you
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| Can’t aggress from your heart
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| Your forty highs to forty lows you thought on
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| Best but guess again you’ve slipped to the point
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| Of blunt and there is no return…
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| You’ve worn your heart on your sleeve, starched
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| Now from the cruel outcomes. |
| It’s your kind that
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| Has taught me hate…
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| For copulation or cunt distorts your ways and
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| Co-eds your patience you can’t undo what’s
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| Done…
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| A neppa nar per nar per neppa neppa neah… |