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Alchohalic demons sweet tempations yeah they run through my kind; Of stepped on grass, broken glass, no class. We ladies are easy to find The demon at my door step Livin' no more than 2 kilomanters ahead They run through my head I want a drink this second Theres a man sleeping in my bed My veins are virgin viens, never been tampered with. Only dreams, with sweet needles, pricking, making itself home again. I'm howling in my sleep the demons at my doorstep again. ( Do not fucking steal) |
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Kill your beauty Your Royal fucking heighness awaits Upon the toadstools Around the corners off every forien block awaits your prince to take you away too hollywood street white powder nose candy (oh your so lucky, oh your so lucky) airbrushed face her sweet escape Venice Beach faces in the sand making you glad for the friends you never had {oh your so lucky, yeah your fucking lucky} into the ocean wash away purple drips from your veins watch them swell oh watch them well |
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You know what? I think you're too stable for both your dad and your mom. I think they are pulling you down. Like your parents are not bad people, don't think I am saying that. But I think you have your own .. self, and they are trying to pull you in opposite directions. And it's fucking confusing you emotionally Tiffany and Ramsay says: If they left you alone to sort shit out, I so think you'd be happy <3 |
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Is this secultion, isolation? I'm really not sure. Anymore. |