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In the temple
(I was an offering)
Of the heartless
(I was an offering)
I was humbled
(I was an offering)
And reborn into a God

My dear, a sensitive soul is just a tyrant
Who enslaves all those around him
To make certain he is hurt
Always

I don't need a reason, baby
Put your arms around me
Hold me real close
Clap me in irons
Come on Caligulove me
Come on Caligulove me

You can hear it
(As an offering)
If you're a good girl
(As an offering)
A righteous choir is singing
(As an offering)
No screaming as they burn, burn, burn

Darling, there are no taboos in lust
My veins coarse blood that's so venomous
When the heartless hears a heartbeat
He's jealous... So jealous

I don't need a reason, baby
Put your arms around me
Hold me real close
Clap me in irons
Come on Caligulove me

I already got you, baby
Put yourself upon me
I'm in lust
A slave to desire
When you Caligulove me

Come on
Love me
Hold me real close
Love me
I need your Caligulove, girl
Caligulove

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Caligulove
Them Crooked Vultures



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