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the streets No stone unturned, no wound unlicked I tasted darkness in you quick I knew this place would make you sick Then we'll dance through the streets
her any more Look at her now Strutting through the corporate world The unlicked pup Is all grown up But she still wants to be daddy's girl She was born
Was so unlicked Still untainted by life All so big Was still so dreamy Surrounded by a dress of longing So I went off Into the Berlin Winter
illustrated Un-licked wounds World is a tomb trying to keep me incarcerated and isolated Racing against the clock waiting for the bomb to drop, no breaks I
your scalp flakes Just let it get plump and take It's either my face or your labour Wry Neck Day is almost here so Bring in the man buns and unlicked
guileless hounds were spewed in Hell The dowager vaporing dead Five unlicked pups heaved blind and fell Until but one might Being wed It was a cold day in
the world's collide The story is ending Would you remember Joan of Arc was her flesh yet unlicked by flame Will you remember how the waves crash
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