If Thoughts Could Kill, We'd Both Be Deader Than A Week-Old Corpse lyrics |
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| Please abuse me with fists perfectly formed. bite off my tongue so i wont say a word (the anger dulls your beauty - the alcohol washes it completely away.)... a cantankerous cacophony of calamity. consume conscience but claim control. (and it's only now i realize that i've overexposed myself)... i no longer believe in angels. | |||||
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