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He sits and shows me naked women (Women, women, women, women) Wants to know my type Asks if I've thought to want them (Want them, want them, want them, want them) Laughs when I'm shy Hands sweat, coil back Twist into vines Don't I owe them everything for all I've come to know? Seeing what I'm taught to see Taking to it slow Buried in the home When I tell him I'd beg to love them He starts smiling outside, smoking Burned back slow till he starts choking Don't I owe them everything for all I've come to know? Seeing what I'm taught to see Taking to it slow Don't I owe them everything for all I've come to know? Seeing what I'm taught to see Taking to it slow Buried in the home Nothing so sacred leaves this place of reason Nothing so sacred leaves this place of reason Letras de canciones That was my cross That was the outcome That was the loss No, I don't feel anymore Everything withers Everything dulls No, I don't feel anymore Nowhere is guidance When everything's wrong No, I don't feel anymore Nowhere is guidance When everything's wrong No, I don't feel anymore From Letras Mania