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War to Bomb
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War to bomb not love in sing, |
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Touch that evermore shall bring |
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Pain the bottom of the through, |
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What's it matter what we do |
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Raisin breast my cookie pull |
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Pussy isn't Sunday School, |
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Suck my toe in doggie mode |
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Moving further up the road, |
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Ever went the bride to groom |
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When I loose her in that room, |
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Spank and scatter violent men, |
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Give me melancholy's yen |
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