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Underneath her shells when bitten laugh your brittle carcass wrath |
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Every time you make me hear them I grow distant and opaque |
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Your core stability that pleasures, have you the patience to commute |
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Through a traffic you have driven from the buffalo you shoot? |
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I have to warn you that I haven't got a clue |
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Stones they keyed adjacent, made of only half the truth |
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I have to warn you that I haven't got a clue |
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Stones they keyed adjacent, made of only half the truth |
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Build a cripple's switch won't mention, every stair-step marks your back |
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The flesh I tasted stole remission, cackle that breaks your mother's back |
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Give me all the bout that's pissing, poke the back and watch it crack |
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I am the last of all your prisons, enemy acquaintance past |
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I have to warn you that I haven't got a clue |
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Stones they keyed adjacent, made of only half the truth |
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I have to warn you that I haven't got a clue |
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Stones they keyed adjacent, made of only half the truth |
