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Words of power are killing me |
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While the sun displays its teeth. |
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All mockery is laughing |
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All violence is cheap. |
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She said... |
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"These are my guns |
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These are my furs |
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This is my living room." |
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"You can play with me there sometimes |
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If you catch me in the mood." |
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Savage |
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Savage |
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Savage |
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You savage... |
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She said... |
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"I have this unhappiness |
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To wear around my neck." |
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"It's a pretty piece of jewellery |
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To show what I protect." |
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She said... |
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"Everything is fiction |
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All cynic to the bone." |
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"So don't ask me to stay with you |
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Don't ask to see me home." |
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Savage |
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Savage |
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Savage |
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You savage... |
