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[04 Nov 2009|11:10pm] |
"God doesn't want you, but I still do."
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[04 Nov 2009|11:00pm] |
 She'll suck you dry but still you'll cry, to be back in her bosom. To do it again. She'll make you weak and mourn and cry, to be back in her bosom. To do it again. Pray til I go blind. Pray 'cause nobody ever survives. Prayin' to stay in your arms just until I can die a little longer. Matyrs and saints, devils and heathens alike. She'll eat you alive. Jesus is risen, it's no surprise. Even he would martyr his mama to ride to hell between those thighs. The pressure is building, at the base of my spine. If I gotta sin to see her again then I'm gonna lie and lie and lie. She'll make you cry. I'll sell my soul, to be back in your bosom. To do it again. My pulse has been rising, my temples are pounding. The pressure is so overwhelming and building. So steady they're fretting I'm ready to blow. What is she what is she what is she waiting for?
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