| Anger and lust my senses running amok
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| Bewildered and deluded, have i been hit by a truck?
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| When my tongue lay inside his lip
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| Felt like the time in the womb
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| But i woke up with a headache that split my skull
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| Alone in the room
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| I got down on the floor with my head pressed between my knees
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| Under the bed with my teeth sunk into my own flesh
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| I said «baby, oh sweetheart»
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| Lust turns to anger, a kiss to a slug
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| Something was sticky on your shag rug, look at the tile
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| I remember the way he groaned and moved with an animal skill
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| I rubbed my face in the sweat that ran down his chest
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| It was all very run of the mill
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| But i noticed his scent started to change somehow
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| His face went berserk and the veins bulged on his brow
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| I said «baby, oh sweetheart»
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| Bondage to lust, abuse of facility
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| Blackmailed emotions confuse the demon and devotee
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| I was sure his intentions were sweet
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| And that mine was as well
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| But a wish is a shot in the dark
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| When your coin’s down the well
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| I got out in the hall with my teeth in my head
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| Up to my neck and i said, said, said dead
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| I said «baby, oh sweetheart» |