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 |