Hes hung like a pendulum and swings both ways, he's got a skinhead and a passion for violence. We had a day out at the seaside and he held me close, my eyes watered with his hands around my throat.
I'll take a number for the first place.
Then we will have to go back in time and space.
There are no masters woah oh oh there are no slaves,
we pass away and smile forever in our graves
All of a sudden the road fell apart there was no remorse on your part, giving up like a sponge and turning to gunge, wearing a heart and letting it go dark, the ground beneath us loses power, moving away to live in a tower. I thought it was fun at first but our deaths seem so well rehearsed.
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