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The toes that you step on today may be |
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connected to the ass you'll be kissing tommorow. |
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These feelings are left from you. |
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Like a vast burning field |
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and then you submit yourself to me. |
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Perversion of the flesh. |
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With needles in thin skinned places. |
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The warm blood of life poured on the floor, |
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but who gives a shit when your life is a plague. |
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A rollercoster ride of pain. |
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I saw the white in your eyes. |
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Beat me, she said. |
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Cruel, violent shotgun love. |
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I kill you, point blank range. |
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I drank too much of the midnight wine, |
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disregardless of whatever i claim my throne. |
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Your voice kept ringin in my ears |
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like little echoes from yesterdays. |
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I did not want, |
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I did not feel |
