Detained in isolation
She's corrective as a spankin'
My educated guess
Is I'm
I met her at a show, strange as it seems
She
Siren sounds
Revolver round and round
Every single clown has a sober
Dear friends meetings, beatings, muggings,
Greetings and salutations
Ladies and
I woke up afraid of the future
A cross stitch
Almost supernatural
Gravely mathematical
Closets we'd never dare to go
Long laug
Step into my night
Rapture my soul
Leave me your
He's not respected but feared
Like a lady with a
Turn off your face, turn off your head
Wind down your
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