Your cries are searching for,
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The lock and key to your mother's door.
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She will ignore our every sound,
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And leave you to drown.
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No escaping you'll see
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No escaping from me.
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I'll take off your clothes and you'll beg me no more,
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I'll share all your moans and you know that you're done for.
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I will sing you to sleep from every thrust,
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You will quietly weep and never trust your father.
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No escaping you'll see,
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No escaping from me.
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I'll take off your clothes and you'll beg me no more,
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I'll share your moans and you know that you are done for.
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Children Of The Broken Hearted
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| Behind Crimson Eyes |
