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It was burned with a lighter A surprise, how much love hurts Fer-de-lance as a vision O' the day he would kill me He followed me up and down the block in a circle Each time he passed by, he would spit on my clothes Other man have choked my own sense of self Only he has choked my everywhere Tarsier, tarsier, tarsier, tarsier Not a vision, an idea of a way to be Pretty men make the world burn Dolly piе as a hangman Gasoline as a vision Him or me sparks an answer A black holе is everything a star longs to be Surprise again, but a surprise swinging from a wire Now it is only I let to choke my everywhere I binged before so shit would plume all over his carpet So much pressure to feel or even say joy Tarsier, tarsier, tarsier, tarsier Not a vision, an idea of a way to be From Letras Mania