| She seems dressed in all the rings of past fatalities
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| So fragile yet so devious, she continues to see
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| Climatic hands that press her temples and my chest
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| Enter the night that she came home, forever
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| Oh, she’s the only one that makes me sad!
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| She is everything and more, the solemn hypnotic
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| My Dahlia bathed in possession, she is home to me
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| I get nervous, perverse, when I see her, it’s worse, but the stress is
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| astounding
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| It’s now or never she is coming home, forever
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| Oh, she’s the only one that makes me sad!
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| (What am I doing here?
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| She’s my imagination come alive
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| What am I doing? |
| What am I doing here?
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| She’s my imagination come alive
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| My imagination
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| Come alive, come alive)
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| Hard to say what caught my attention
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| Vixen crazy, aphid attraction
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| Carve my name in my face to recognize
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| Such a pheromone cult to terrorize
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| I won’t let this build up inside of me
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| I won’t let this build up inside of me
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| I won’t let this build up inside of me
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| I won’t let this build up inside of me!
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| Yeah!
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| I’m a slave, and I am a master
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| No restraints and unchecked collectors
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| I exist through my need (I exist) to self-oblige
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| She is something in me (I despise) that I despise
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| I won’t let this build up inside of me
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| I won’t let this build up inside of me
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| I won’t let this build up inside of me
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| I won’t let this build up inside of me
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| (I won’t let this build up inside of me)
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| I won’t let this build up inside of me
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| I won’t let this build up inside of me
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| Won’t let this build up inside of me
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| I won’t let this build up inside of me
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| She isn’t real (She isn’t real)
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| I can’t make her real (I can’t make her real)
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| She isn’t real (She isn’t real)
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| I can’t make her real (I can’t make her real) |