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Do you mean this horny creep |
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Set upon weary feet |
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Who looks in need of sleep |
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That doesn't come |
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This twisted, tortured mess |
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This bed of sinfulness |
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Who's longing for some rest |
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And feeling numb |
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What do you expect of me |
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What is it you want? |
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Whatever you've planned for me |
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I'm not the one |
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A vicious appetite |
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Visits me each night |
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And won't be satisfied |
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Won't be denied |
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An unbearable pain |
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A beating in my brain |
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That leaves the mark of cain |
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Right here inside |
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What am i supposed to do? |
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When everything that i've done |
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Is leading me to conclude |
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I'm not the one |
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Whatever i've done |
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I've been staring down the barrel of a gun |
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Is there something you need from me? |
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Are you having your fun? |
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I never agreed to be |
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Your holy one |
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Whatever i've done |
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I've been staring down the barrel of a gun |
