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He is made of shit wants not a glimpse of the sun wondering my pretty hides in his lover's cunt So he says to (me) you gotta' give up (your beliefs) I have seen men (fall) worth more than you'll ever be don't you see what I mean your mind could never concieve the knowlede that I possess to share at my will He is made of shit wants not a glimpse of the sun wondering my pretty hides in his lover's cunt Oh my preciouos thing you stand out but no one can see bitter hollow soul pity the kingdomless king From Letras Mania