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Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather |
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Whiplash girlchild in the dark |
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Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him |
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Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart |
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Downy sins of streetlight fancies |
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Chase the costumes she shall wear |
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Ermine furs adorn imperious |
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Severin, Severin awaits you there |
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I am tired, |
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I am weary |
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I could sleep for a thousand years |
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A thousand dreams that would awake me |
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Different colors made of tears |
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Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather |
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Shiny leather in the dark |
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Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you |
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Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart |
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Severin, Severin, speak so slightly |
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Severin, down on your bended knee |
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Taste the whip, in love not given lightly |
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Taste the whip, now plead for me |
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I am tired, |
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I am weary |
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I could sleep for a thousand years |
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A thousand dreams that would awake me |
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Different colors made of tears |
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Shiny shiny, shiny boots of leather |
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Whiplash girlchild in the dark |
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Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him |
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Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart |
