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we say things we don't meana satellite so long gonelike the love letters i wrote youthat you lost when you movedthe fruit of desire stuffed right in my mouthi'm drunk in your old room i'm sinning out loudno, you'll never escape my mind no, you'll never escape my mindto stand divinedentwinedno, you'll never escape my mindno, you can't, and you never will
From Letras Mania