Innocent child,
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how you thought you knew me,
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understood my ways,
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my dark needs,
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the hunt is not the thrill I'm after,
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I want the kill, the conquest,
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to be your master,
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wrap your arms around my pale skin,
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it's too late to back out you're in,
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on your knees and praise your new lord,
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deeper now, and here's your reward,
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take me to bed and rip me apart...
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The Bondage Song
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| London After Midnight |
