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A form of slick movingIs owned by your thick neckMustang eyes and whiskersFeathered hat, feathered hatMotives and great thinkersYou feel inside of your handSalinger and Fitzgerald Must have been love in disguiseAnd you look me in the eyes and say"You are not degraded"You look me in the eyes and say"You are not degraded"All you see in me is deathAll you see in me is deathAll you see in me is deathAll you see in me is deathAll you see in me is deathAll you see in me is deathAll you see in me is deathAll you see in me is death From Letras Mania