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I horrify this lunacy |
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I see buzzing dots as a visionary |
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a deranged caleidoscope |
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This love is kissed by artillery |
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I clench my fists firmly in the pockets of his coat |
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Because I fear to die alone |
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In a battle of roses in your withered garden |
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Poisonous mist in a woodland warfare |
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In a battle of roses in your withered garden |
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Poisonous mist in a woodland warfare |
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You're perky (...?) dangerously |
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You destroyed my bastions to wealthy ruins |
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Imprisoned all my hope |
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Your golden rings(?) let my fallacies bleed |
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Blustery horses |
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I am panicking dear |
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Now daze my heart with alcohol |
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Because I fear to die alone |
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In a battle of roses in your withered garden |
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Poisonous mist in a woodland warfare |
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In a battle of roses in your withered garden |
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Poisonous mist in a woodland warfare |
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We're spilling teas and red wine underneath Persian rug |
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It's Renaissance rain it falls for (...?) luck |
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Daze my heart with alcohol |
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Daze my heart with alcohol |
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Because i fear |
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I fear to die alone |
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In a battle of roses in your withered garden |
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Poisonous mist in a woodland warfare |
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In a battle of roses in your withered garden |
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Poisonous mist in a woodland warfare |
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We're spilling teas and red wine underneath Persian rug |
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It's Renaissance rain it falls for (...?) luck |
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Spilling teas and red wine underneath Persian rug |
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It's Renaissance rain it falls for (...?) luck |
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It's a battle of roses in your withered garden |
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Poisonous mist in a woodland warfare |