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It's easy I walk the circle I come down long ago. But somehow I get lost each time. Feeding this song that deepens inside that never ends. The voice within eats me up inside 1 I love hurting you.
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It's easy I walk the circle I come down long ago. But somehow I get lost each time. Feeding this song that deepens inside that never ends. The voice within eats me up inside 1 I love hurting you.
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open manhole?. Where has gone Mrs. Fashion Lady?. Yeah. . Can't you see I'm a sadist?. Evil things make me laugh so. I'm hummin' happy. . A little sparrow alive in the street. A little sparrow
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flesh. A bloody tomb. A decorative splatter brightens the room. An execution a sadist ritual. Mad intervals of mind residuals. . Close your eyes. Look deep in your soul. Step outside yourself
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The rapist, the sadist. We're commin' for you. The pusher, the beggar. The gouvernment too. The coppers, the stalkers. Can't keep it in line. The animals are commin'. And we're out of time
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room. An execution a sadist ritual. Mad intervals of mind residuals Close your eyes. Look deep in your soul. Step outside yourself. And let your mind go. Frozen eyes stare deep in your mind as you
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flesh. A bloody tomb. A decorative splatter brightens the room. An execution a sadist ritual. Mad intervals of mind residuals. . Close your eyes. Look deep in your soul. Step outside yourself
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flesh. A bloody tomb. A decorative splatter brightens the room. An execution a sadist ritual. Mad intervals of mind residuals. . Close your eyes. Look deep in your soul. Step outside yourself
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Song Sucker - Mott The Hoople. Hi there your friendly neighbourhood . sadist want to take you for a ride. Come on tell me 'bout the nights that I make you cry. Two tiny purple hands crawling out
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Song Sucker - Mott The Hoople. Hi there your friendly neighbourhood . sadist want to take you for a ride. Come on tell me 'bout the nights that I make you cry. Two tiny purple hands crawling out
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(ian hunter/mick ralphs/overend watts). . Hi there your friendly neighbourhood sadist want to take you for a ride. Come on tell me 'bout the nights that I make you cry. Two tiny purple hands
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(ian hunter/mick ralphs/overend watts). . Hi there your friendly neighbourhood sadist want to take you for a ride. Come on tell me 'bout the nights that I make you cry. Two tiny purple hands
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. Sadist of the noblest blood. Destroying, without mercy. To benefit the aryan race. . Surgery, with no anesthesia. Feel the knife pierce you intensely. Inferior, no use to mankind. Strapped down
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. Sadist of the noblest blood. Destroying, without mercy. To benefit the aryan race. . Surgery, with no anesthesia. Feel the knife pierce you intensely. Inferior, no use to mankind. Strapped down
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, religion neutralized Emerged from the dark, sadist mercenary ride. Realm not of this world, godless messengers. Sickless, mindless hate becomes evolution's cure. Planets usher in alignment, God has died
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, religion neutralized Emerged from the dark, sadist mercenary ride. Realm not of this world, godless messengers. Sickless, mindless hate becomes evolution's cure. Planets usher in alignment, God has died
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Don’t think I can take it. With every drama a piece of me dies . Like some kind of sadist . I think that he likes to see the pain in my eyes. He knows that I'm lovesick . He kissed me and promised I
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flesh. A bloody tomb. A decorative splatter brightens the room. An execution a sadist ritual. Mad intervals of mind residuals. . Close your eyes. Look deep in your soul. Step outside yourself
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Verse 1 Professor Green. I want me a Vegas girl. I don't like the song but I'd love me a Vegas girl. How do I have the audacity to say this?. I'm a little bit of a sadist, girl. I say this, I
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room. An execution a sadist ritual. Mad intervals of mind residuals Close your eyes. Look deep in your soul. Step outside yourself. And let your mind go. Frozen eyes stare deep in your mind as you