worn down to the slate.
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i want to taste lead on my lips.
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flooded with abscent actions of seductive thoughts.
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can you stare at me and tell me these ideas are not profound?
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the valves are starting to shut down.
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loaded. put it to my head baby.
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loaded. put it to my head baby.
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understand.
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i have a strange killing desire building up within this crush.
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watch the rounds spin.
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pull the trigger.
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its so complex.
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and i can taste the lead on my lips.
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Russian Roulette With Tiger Happy Manic Depressive
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