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Make me reflective, introspective |
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Make me the violence, and explain my silence. |
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Cause its never too late to fill me with hate... |
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So pull away, go, make me look cool. |
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And she looks best, sunday mornings, coming down. |
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So what will i achieve, and who should i believe. |
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I lick her slit, as it tightens its grip. |
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My drugged up kiss. so hey, have something else. |
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Its hard to conceal the way i feel. |
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And she looks best, sunday mornings, coming down. |
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It seems that some wanker makes her darker |
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Sights her hair. |
