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Why oh why should I depart for your gardens of fay, when you cringe when you hear my tale? When you flush when I digress, when I impress, when I stress. You ask, ‘how shall I wake you from your slumber, shall I name the ways? Open your heart to me, dulcet one. You are [...]
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These hands of mine, those that I see
you set them before me and command I use them
Girls with guns
Improvise with me
I’d tell you we’re not armed for battle
But that wouldn’t make any sense,
considering this .45 is pointed at your head
These hands of mine, those that I see
you set them before me and commanded I use [...]
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