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She wonders why she's well traveled As she takes the most obvious roads Peeling my skin off never felt so good. Quiet chuckles turn to cackles, Eyes turn to holes Peeling of my skin never felt so good. I keep a firm grip on my jealousy While she grips greasy hands Peeling my skin off never felt so good. She'll take her clothes off later But she'll never lay bare Peeling my skin off never felt so good.
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Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 1:47 AM UTC
nice guys always finish last
She wonders why she's well traveled As she takes the most obvious roads Peeling my skin off never felt so good. Quiet chuckles turn to cackles, Eyes turn to holes Peeling of my skin never felt so good. I keep a firm grip on my jealousy While she grips greasy hands Peeling my skin off never felt so good. She'll take her clothes off later But she'll never lay bare Peeling my skin off never felt so good.
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Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 1:47 AM UTC
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