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I'm not the preacher here |
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If I could reach I would reach |
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Into the belly of the beast |
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And feast on the sex and sin |
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Thirty shades of the seven |
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Come here, lay with me |
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And taste what I have to give |
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All the greatness of the flesh |
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The flesh we are made off |
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Your taste will haunt me in my dreams |
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And I'll touch you sweetly |
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You rapture this dirty devotion |
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The gloom of the man |
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The arising, the dragon's fire |
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Saturday vultures with high class fever |
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I got a secret you all want to know |
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Just take all your clothes off |
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Oh, think I'll have a say |
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Just might get my way |
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Oh, for a little while |
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So let's fight |
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Let it out, see them changing |
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Just don't wait |
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Let it out, just you change |
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Come here, let me take you away |
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To keep the precious moments at bay |
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You can pray if you wanna see |
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All the good things that got away |
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Hell yeah |
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The arising, the dragon's fire |
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Saturday vultures with high class fever |
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I got a secret you all want to know |
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Just take all your clothes off |
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Oh, think I'll have a say |
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Just might get my way |
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Oh, for a little while |
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So let's fight |
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Let it out, see them changing |
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Just don't wait |
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Let it out, just you change |
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Try to forget |
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That nothing waits in the dark |
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But won't you rather be gone |
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Get up now, everyone falls |
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Try to forget |
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That nothing waits in the dark |
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But won't you rather be gone |
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Get up now, everyone falls |
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Try to forget |
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That nothing waits in the dark |
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And don't you grab till we're gone |
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What was in our hands before |
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The arising, the dragon's fire |
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Saturday vultures with high class fever |
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I got a secret you all want to know |
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Just take all your clothes off |
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Oh, think I'll have a say |
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Just might get my way |
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Oh, for a little while |
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So let's fight |
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Let it out, see them changing |
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Just don't wait |
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Let it out, just you change |
