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here's the thing, Aurelia., everybody lies., out their fingers and their feet.--even I lie to you, Aurelia. sleeping fathers mothers brothers let them lie, because Aurelia--they don't mean it but: oh, oh, oh they want to mean it (is) the key to a perfect lie between your fingers and your toes and my teeth., I keep my lies out for you Aurelia.--I never hid a thing; you are a lie,-- Aurelia you should have lied to me
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Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 3:24 PM UTC
Aurelia
here's the thing, Aurelia., everybody lies., out their fingers and their feet.--even I lie to you, Aurelia. sleeping fathers mothers brothers let them lie, because Aurelia--they don't mean it but: oh, oh, oh they want to mean it (is) the key to a perfect lie between your fingers and your toes and my teeth., I keep my lies out for you Aurelia.--I never hid a thing; you are a lie,-- Aurelia you should have lied to me
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Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 3:24 PM UTC
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