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She seems dressed in all the rings... of past fatalities
So fragile, yet so devious - she continues to see
climatic hands that press her temples and my chest
Enter the night that she came home - forever
Oh...
She is everything and more, the solemn hypnotic
My dahlia, bathed in possesion - she is home to me
I get nervous, perverse, when I see her, it's worse
But the stress is astounding
It's now or never, she's coming home - forever
Oh... She's the only one that makes me sad
Hard to say what caught my attention
Fixed and crazy - aphid attraction
Carve my name in my face - to recognize
Such a pheromone cult to terrorize
I won't let this build up inside of me...
I'm a slave and I am a master
No restraints and unchecked collectors
I exist to my need - to self-oblige
She is something in me - that I despise
I won't let this build up inside of me...
She isn't real - I can't make her real
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AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
