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I haven't had the guts no I haven't had the ballsTo tell you all about the thoughts I can't keep outDon't wanna fall asleep I don't wanna fall asleepBut I've been running out of ways to kill all of these sheepShe's been cumming in my head and there's a devil in our bedI can not keep her concealed and I can't shake that she ain't realShe tells me that you're dead or that you just picked up and leftAnd knowing that she lies doesn't dull her piercing eyesWhen the moon has come and leftShe's still fucking with my headDragging me into bed and never letting me forgetAs my consciousness slips I fall into her gripWe drink the devil's blood inducing psychedelic tripsShe's got ocean in her hips and liños in her lipsAnd when you're lying in my arms she's still tugging on my dickWet dreamsIt's not easy coming clean but my urges can not weanI used to fight but now I fiendWet dreams.... From Letras Mania