I forgot about love gone wrong
And where I felt I
I was walking down the street just the other last
You open the door, I let you in
And you gave
She lit a cigarette, both hands behind her back
But she
I bet you look at me and think that I'm
I walk across the mirrors on the floor
You're looking down
Not gonna waste my energy
Being upset about you and me
Impale
I sit at this table with nine headsEach one fills
I don't want you but I could do without youDead
Alle sind nur fit for fun und schlafen auf der
Educated strippers and cross-dressing vicarsDisgusting politicians and animal pe
It's like someone who's dead who hasn'tWho hasn't even been
She heard the voicesShe played with fairiesShe lived a thousand
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