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Surgeon

I'm gonna sew your lips And show you what you've done I'm gonna sew your lips Cause I'm your surgeon I'm gonna wait til you break down Til you crawl inside your cave I'm gonna fill my chalice With blood trickling down your arm I'm gonna set you on fire And see how your body burns Gonna watch your cold words melt to ghosts that haunt these halls You believe in doll houses And fancy shiny cars Anything to give you comfort Anything to keep you safe Anything to give you comfort Anything to keep them away
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danny-c
32 / M / American
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Apr 5, 2012
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