| Lament for my cock
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| Sore and crucified
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| I seek to know you
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| Aquiring soulful wisdom
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| You can open walls of mystery
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| Stripshow
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| How to aquire death in the morning show
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| TV death which the child absorbs
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| Deathwell mystery which makes me write
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| Slow train, the death of my cock gives life
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| Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry
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| Taught us god in the child’s praye in the night
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| Guitar player
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| Ancient wise satyr
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| Sing your ode to my cock
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| Caress it’s lament
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| Stiffen and guide us, we frozen
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| Lost cells
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| The knowledge of cancer
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| To speak to the heart
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| And give the great gift
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| Words Power Trance
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| this stable friend and the beast of his zoo
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| Wild haired chicks
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| Women flowering in their summit
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| Monsters of skin
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| Each color connects
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| to create the boat
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| which rocks the race
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| Could any hell be more horrible
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| than now
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| and real?
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| I pressed her thigh and death smiled
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| death, old friend
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| death and my cock are the world
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| I can forgive my injuries in the name of Wisdom Luxury Romance
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| Sentence upon sentence
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| Words are the healing lament
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| For the death of my cock’s spirit
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| Has no meaning in the soft fire
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| Words got me the wound and will get me well
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| I you believe it All join now and lament the death of my cock
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| A tounge of knowledge in the feathered night
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| Boys get crazy in the head and suffer
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| I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence |