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Lyin' on the floor and through your teeth. |
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Tell me where you've gone, speak softly. |
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Crawlin' from the dark up to your feet. |
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Tell me where you've gone, speak gently. |
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Crawlin' from the dark up to your feet. |
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Tell me where you've gone, speak softly. |
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Tell me where you've gone, and what you've done. |
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A fever keeps on comin', I want none. |
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Are you true to me? |
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Are these vows we say profane? |
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Are you true to me? |
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Are these vows we make obscene? |
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Heathens kiss softly. |
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From their mouthes there's nothing. |
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They cruelly come gently. |
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With violent lips smashing. |
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Heathens kiss softly |
