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Illdisposed There S Something Rotten In The State Of Denmark

life", she said as I looked "And there ain't no way in which I celebrate That I live, only you the reason for me" Fuck that you smelly slut cause, there

: This time she got me This time I'm achin' We're riding on the edge Off all she bid me The lies and faking Worst seemed to be her love And then she

sparkling" eyes Why don't we just both admit it Control Your face Shocked Emptiness It wasn't meant to be this world of lies I always wanted something

: I say: To be living brings me down In a way, I'm what you call a pimp Soap won't wash away your shame I'll sell, whatever there's to be sold In hell

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If you satisfy me That's the way I am, I am he Two hearts, colliding It's frightening, exciting, the way we are hiding Our feelings for each other As if there