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私について
I slept the last mile on the way to endsville
The lines that define begin to grey and fade.we shoot out the lights and swallow razor bladesI feel nothing for the meet that came beforeLiberty she crawls to me playing the whore
Her throat is soft, her lips are red, her thighs are white, her heart is dead.
The lines that define begin to grey and fade.we shoot out the lights and swallow razor bladesI feel nothing for the meet that came beforeLiberty she crawls to me playing the whore
Her throat is soft, her lips are red, her thighs are white, her heart is dead.
