Please die Ana For as long as you're here we're not
You make the sound of laughter and sharpened nails seem softer
And I need you now somehow
And I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires What I need from you
Imagine pageant In my head the flesh seems thicker Sandpaper tears corrode the filth
And I need you now somehow And I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed On my knees for you...
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miércoles, 28 de octubre de 2009
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