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******she seems dressed in all the rings |
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of past fatalaties |
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so fragile yet so devious |
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she continues to see it |
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climatic hands that press |
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her temples and my chest |
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enter the night that she came home |
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forever |
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oh (shes the only one that makes me sad) |
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she is everything and more |
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the solemn hypnotic |
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my dahlia bathed in posession |
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she is home to me |
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i get nervous, perverse, when i see her its worse |
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but the stress is astounding |
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its now or never shes coming home |
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forever |
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oh (shes the only one that makes me sad) |
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hard to say what caught my attention |
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fixed and 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 wont let this build up inside of me |
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i wont let this build up inside of me |
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i wont let this build up inside of me |
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i wont let this build up inside of me |
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(yeah!) |
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im 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, to self ablige |
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she is something in me, that i despise |
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i wont let this build up inside of me |
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i wont let this build up inside of me |
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i wont let this build up inside of me |
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i wont let this build up inside of me |
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i wont let this build up inside of me |
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i wont let this build up inside of me |
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i wont let this build up inside of me |
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i wont let this build up inside of me |
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she isnt real! |
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i cant make her real! |
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she isnt real! |
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i cant make her real! |