shed your appendages.
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trade your skin for scales.
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venomous speech.
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your blood stained teeth.
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you won't stop until you've sucked us dry.
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you speak your love for me.
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i turn my back, and you curse my name.
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excrement by any other title will still reek.
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start out praying, and wind up masturbating.
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self gratification in jesus name
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is still the same thing.
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there you are. curled and poised to strike.
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your fangs in my veins all because of your vanity.
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all the kings horses and all the kings men
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will not put this together again.
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Lullaby For Sleeping Babies
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| Small Towns Burn A Little Slower |
