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Deftones
Around the fur
this vile is empty,
and so are you.
Hey glamerous,
this vile is not god,
anymore.
Speak,
I don't get it,
should I ignore the fashion
or go buy the book.
I don't want it,
just want your eyes fixated on me.
Coming back, around the fur.
Prostitute,
climb back down,
from the floor.
Please don't fuck around,
and die like this,
'cause I love her.
Speak,
I don't get it,
should I ignore the fashion
or go buy the book.
I don't want it,
just want your eyes fixated on me.
Coming back, around the fur.
Around the fur...
the fur...
the fur...
Speak,
I don't get it,
should I ignore the fashion
or go buy the book.
I don't want it,
just want your eyes fixated on me.
Coming back, around the fur.
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