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overcome by your |
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moving temple |
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overcome by this |
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holiest of altars |
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so pure |
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so rare |
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to witness such a lovely goddess |
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i lost my self control |
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beyond compelled to throw this dollar down |
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before your |
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holiest of altars |
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i'll sell |
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my soul |
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my self esteem |
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a dollar at a time |
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for one chance |
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one kiss |
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one taste of you my magdalena |
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i've beared witness |
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to this place, this lair, so long forgotten |
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so pure, so rare, to witness such a lovely goddess |
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and i'd sell |
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my soul |
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my self-esteem a dollar at a time |
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for one chance |
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one kiss |
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one taste of you my black madonna |
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i'll sell |
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my soul |
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my self-esteem a dollar at a time |
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for one taste |
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one taste |
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one taste of you my magdalena |
