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Locust. If not now when? x4. . Tombstone eyes roam,. Up and down your skin,. Assasinate the mindframe,. Nothing left to win,. . Well I see the sun,. Burning in your eye,. I see the sun,. Call a
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Black leather skirt in a leopard print shirt. Whoa. We can skip dinner, headed straight for desert. Whoa oh oh. When it feels so good then it just comes natural. Baby arch your back. Point your
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I'm the one that brings you war. Infiltrate unguarded shores. Master of afflicting pain. Point is where all die I'm the one to taste your blood. Trashing through the crimson mud. Messenger of
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your control of physical facilities Release the slide to cleanse inside. Prepare to anoint. Snap the tongue in the groove discharge. To make my hallowed point Instinctive regression. With intent to
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Song No Point (Album Version) - The Outfield. This ain't working out. It's not worth the time I spent on it. When I've been next to you. It's not the way you want it. And all I wanna do. Is get away
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sparks are gonna fly. Light up the night like the Fourth of July Oh, I'm at my tip, tip, tippin' point. Fill it up to the top. I gotta sip, sip, sip, on somethin' that hits the spot. Oh, won't ya come
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I'm the one that brings you war. Infiltrate unguarded shores. Master of afflicting pain. Point is where all die. . Lead King. . I'm the one to taste your blood. Trashing though the crimson
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dawn. It's getting to the point. Getting to the point It's out of control. Nothing I can do. Like a fire that keeps on burning. And nobody knows. What I'm going through. And the thoughts just keep
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the sea turns so dark that. You know it's time, you see the sign. They say the point Demon's Guard is. An ocean grave, for all the brave. Was it you that said, "How long, how long?. How long to the
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never know what's coming next at the turning point The rules are unwritten. Nobody knows the deal. Where have I been driven. Are demons behind the wheel? Yeah, I know my days are numbered. We're only
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. Should I be keeping quiet. When I could scream and shout about you. All out about you. You, you give me everything but love. Shall I hold on, has it all gone This is the way it is. This is the point
