| «You are my life», she said as I looked
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| «And there ain’t no way in which I celebrate
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| That I live, only you the reason for me»
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| Fuck that you smelly slut cause, there ain’t no
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| Way
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| I’m going down that road with you bitch
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| I’m much better looking than that
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| A very thin line between lovers and haters
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| I scream, as I drag you nearer to the gates
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| A line defined by Mr. Norman Bates
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| Your body ripped by my knife, we’re at the
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| Gates
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| Take a look around you
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| Great colours I smell
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| Amazing
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| «Go get a life», I say to her who’s life is based
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| On pleasing me, Yeah I know it may be difficult
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| Actually doing it yourself
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| But you’ll see as you grow old, that there ain’t
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| No way
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| I’ll spend my time on your patheticness
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| I’m much better looking than that |