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I the only one?. Am I the only one?. Am I the only one?. Am I the only one?. My favourite inside source. I kiss your open sores. I appreciate your concern. You're gonna stink and burn. Rape me. Rape
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kiss your open sores. I Appreciate your concern. You're gonna stink and burn. . Rape me. Rape me, my friend. Rape me. Rape me again. . I'm not the only one, Aaah. I'm not the only one, Aaah
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I the only one?. Am I the only one?. Am I the only one?. Am I the only one?. My favourite inside source. I kiss your open sores. I appreciate your concern. You're gonna stink and burn. Rape me. Rape
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I the only one?. Am I the only one?. Am I the only one?. Am I the only one?. My favourite inside source. I kiss your open sores. I appreciate your concern. You're gonna stink and burn. Rape me. Rape
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I the only one?. Am I the only one?. Am I the only one?. Am I the only one?. My favourite inside source. I kiss your open sores. I appreciate your concern. You're gonna stink and burn. Rape me. Rape
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kiss your open sores. I Appreciate your concern. You're gonna stink and burn. . Rape me. Rape me, my friend. Rape me. Rape me again. . I'm not the only one, Aaah. I'm not the only one, Aaah
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I the only one?. Am I the only one?. Am I the only one?. Am I the only one?. My favourite inside source. I kiss your open sores. I appreciate your concern. You're gonna stink and burn. Rape me. Rape
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He is the Angel with the scabbed wings. Hard-drug face, want to powder his nose. He will deflower the freshest crop. Dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores. Rock and roll sores, rock
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He is the Angel with the scabbed wings. Hard-drug face, want to powder his nose. He will deflower the freshest crop. Dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores. Rock and roll sores, rock
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. Caught in flames and it's tearing us apart. But I'm not here anymore. I'm not here anymore. I'm not here anymore without you. Silence sores through the fog. Come back down the distant shore. Catch
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. Caught in flames and it's tearing us apart. But I'm not here anymore. I'm not here anymore. I'm not here anymore without you. Silence sores through the fog. Come back down the distant shore. Catch
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He is the angel with the scabbed wings. Hard-drug face, want to powder his nose. He will deflower the freshest crop. Dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores. Rock and roll sores. Rock
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Some call me Georgie Boy. Some call me Landrew. Some say my mind has sores. Some call it a crucifix. . Some call me Georgie Boy. Some call me Jesus. Some call me in Detroit. In my luxury
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You're just a waste of time. You're just a babbling face. You're just three sick holes that run like sores. You're a * waste You're like a slug on the floor. Oh! You're useless and ugly
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dragging great anchors. Followin' dead-end signs into the sores. The angel rides by humpin' his hunk metal * Madison Avenue claim to fame in a trainer bra with eyes like rain. She rubs against the
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, . The north stands for nothing, the true and the trusting, . The east's everlasting, the cracked and the rusting, . The south is the salt that will seal your sores, . The west is the weakness, the
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What goes on behind closed doors. Private wounds, open sores?. You're your own worst enemy. And cheap thrills bring you to your knees. It's thumbs down for someone you know. And it's easy come