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Lyrics(Incomplete) I opened the door to your bedroom, and I reach in my pocket for change, got none.....I burnt all your pictures this evening, so I can afford to be brave. Well I pinned all of my hope to my manhood, and I pushed up my love to the hills, I seek some bird on re-entry, a cartoon to their memories I have killed. Oh yes this is happening, oh I didn't feel a thing, no I didn't feel a thing..... Related pages |