This masochism is alive,
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My desire for skin is unnerving.
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Flesh to flesh, the taste of death,
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Temptations rise.
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Now if she could only speak,
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We could set this everlasting,
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This girl in a box, leaves me wanting more.
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Flesh to flesh, taste of death.
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This will be our little sweet six, six, six.
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In our own
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Be still my love for we cannot be seen.
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In our own
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This will be our six, six, six.
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Be still my love, for we cannot be seen,
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Or they will surely take you away from me.
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Be still my love, for we cannot be seen,
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Or they will surely take you away from me.
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This will be our little sweet six, six, six.
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On our own
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Be still my love for we cannot be seen.
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On our own
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I slide inside the hell within,
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For there is nothing like her rotting skin.
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Oh.
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I bet that I've fucked more dead girls than you.
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More dead girls than you.
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I bet that I've fucked more dead girls,
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More dead girls than you.
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Oh, this masochism is alive, (Alive)
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And my desire for skin is here.
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I will turn you, turn you inside out,
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The smell of romance is in the air.
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Whatever You Do... Don't Press The Red Button
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