| Got to the core of the maiden, now I'm going to rage furiously
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| At night on the party the wheel in the toilet is a game
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| The fruit of the ban and it all starts right there
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| You let him near you, but not into your soul, because it’s not like that
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| How many conclusions will hurt, eyes that don't know you
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| And again an asshole will come to replace, not a nice guy
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| The compass is shot down, from these understandings here
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| Only "I want you" is the truth of my thoughts
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| Today we are without feelings, fix it in the register
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| Our bodies on the sheet, (hey) flourish with a brush
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| In my hands, I'll show you how not to turn sour
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| Filling the gaps with promises forever
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| You lose your voice, and then your place
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| Packing my bags, you definitely won't sleep
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| To the bedchamber, right before leaving
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| She asks to roughly strangle her with your hand
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| There are no stars in this city
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| There is a stupor in the eyes, enough bruises already
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| I will warm you with candles and wax
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| Your taste lips, blackberry caramel
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| Garden of Eden, applauding the dead
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| Just right to bury yourself in a tangled corridor
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| Without asking for a share of Murphy's Law
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| I don't know how to lie, I just fuck hard
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| When I say on the topic that "it's not about you"
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| I don't know how to lie, the path of my life is in the balance
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| Was. |
| Until I noticed you, it didn't matter who you were with
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| She dreams of a white dress in a dream
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| At least in reality, it will only require sex
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| I can take it with a smile on the map
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| But I will silently control the process
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| Tick tick, oh
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| Pouring bloody wine into glasses
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| Where's the ding dong
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| The walls have absorbed all the pleading words
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| Behind the trouble
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| Succubus confidently pulls to the bottom
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| How many stages
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| We have accepted. |
| To monitor
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| take your eyes off
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| How many tons were lost
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| Esoterics in moderation, yes in the corridor
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| She downloaded the same crack
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| The turn passes and you are a player
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| In the meantime playing a part
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| Don't provoke contact
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| Medusa emerges from the shores
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| Doctor sleep will stop her
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| And who is the main enemy?
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| Idyll at home in defiance
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| Remains only in your dreams
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| Nobody gave you a word
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| Let's bet who's dominant here
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| If it's not a cake, then it doesn't matter
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| Denomination does not decide matters
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| When the beat turns the head to the beat
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| Muted muse your lace
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| I mutate sensibly, the bastard does not get enough
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| If the look here even devoured you
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| You are like the food of the gods
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| Leftovers from the Holy Stable
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| Pray and it will pass
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| And everything will be knee-deep
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| Love will hide swelling
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| Faith withered in a symptom
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| Revealed at the same time
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| What hates and waits |