Through his cotten eyes
He stares into the darkness
Wondering all the time
If all his life was a mistake.
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How combines your confused comb
Wired with lust your hairy suprise
Dress down to your birth little girl
Lay down before my cock dies.
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What is this strangling distress
This wierd feeling my heart feels
What with all the deaths and stress
This robber my scared heart steals.
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