v i p - frankness of the pressthroated person... lyrics
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it’s my arm and it’s my beauteful eye
my comp-ssion and my running sing
on and on i hear the noise inside me
i think to keep it or not to keep
i was born with a beast, with a hole.
soul is hole
enemy lives by my body
he steals my happiness
i don’t belong to me
blackness… whiteness
black pale on the fate
blister…
fortune…
shadow…
pickles…
wind.
take him away from me
enemy lives by my body
he steals my happiness
i don’t belong to me
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