jueves, 11 de abril de 2013

I want to taste dirty, stinging pistol 
In my mouth, on my tongue 
I want you to scrape me from the walls 
And go crazy like you've made me 

You, you are so special 
You have the talent to make me feel like dirt 
And you, you use your talent to dig me under 
And cover me with dirt 

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