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Such a girl.
And a house.
Something terribly wrong.

closer, girl.
I'll you on fire.
You deserve much.
closer, girl.
I'll you on fire.
You deserve much.

It's all fault, you did this to yourself.
I'ts easier to take a hatchet to you love.
And now the lust has lost pleasure.
You take to heart the cruetly of the game you created.

closer, girl.
I'll you on fire.
You deserve that much in red.
Guess is closure.
It's easier to take a hatchet to you love.

"Oh well, dress was red anyway."

You take to heart the cruetly of the that you created.

Such a girl.
And a house.
Something terribly wrong.

"It's all fault!
all your fault!
You did to yourself!"

Where'd you get body?

And now the lust ahs it's pleasure.
Spilling guts, guess is closure.

you burn slow.
Yeah, you've it.