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Knelt by the Fire
00:50
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Don’t despair. Repair desire. I knelt down by the fire. Tried to get my head around. There hasn’t been enough.
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little wiccan
03:34
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she got religious ecstasy, the daughter of a high priest, in the temple of Set o wiccan con scorpion soul.
And she’s grindin’ eye balls in a bowl with a tooth of the tiger blood of the crow. She got a stare that’ll petrify you. Sensing fear.
Levitating towards you like an angel with a filthy smile. With a filthy smile. With a filthy smile. Sensing fear levitating towards you
Like an angel with a filthy smile. Its just the beginning of pain and love so sail your ship and spare your gun let the modern pagans arise inside you oh arise and let the pleasure sanctify you I discard my hat as she disrobes. Where we’ll end up know one knows I said where we’ll end up no one knows. With a pagan bible. With a filthy smile. She got religious ecstasy the daughty of a high priest in the temple of set an wiccan con scorpion soul and she’s grinding eye balls in a bowl with the tooth of the tiger blood of the crow witch. She got a stare that’ll petrify ya. She’s just a little wiccan with a smile.just the beginning of pain and love. Sail your ship. Where we’ll end up no one knows.
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Rudra
02:28
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Cyan eyed girls
02:31
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you’ve got to live with illegal legs! Where cyan eyed girls give holy head.
Do the death waltz with inhabitants of venus. Shakin down around an ancient future zinc cactus. Got a rose clinched in my teeth. I saw your face at techno beach just a couple psycho spirits on the cyborg streets. She’s doing a job on your man. Got you sinking through the ocean depths. Across the floor. Alligator skin jacket yeah. Goin belly up. I don’t know why it had to her. Be my babe. Just minding your own business standing on the corner she grabs you, turns around and stabs you. She’s leaves you in stitches now your sleeping with the fishes! You can drop me a line any time! Cuz I’m dyin to talk now. Yeah yeah cyan eyed girls.
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Flower of the Pure Law
03:34
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yeah you’re gonna be a rolling stone.
Yeah you’re wanna be bad. spanish needle, swarm of the sun.
Touch me baby and I’ll go wild. *We are the sands who see.
Spirit evil, Stellar guile, Touch me baby and I go wild. Yeah,
I go. Wi-ld. I go wild! Gibbous Earth, circus running sun. I just wanna be bad.Terrible Lizard Conundrum! Love me till the death of the sun
The circle and the magic knife, the circle and the magic knife. Now your’re withinSpiral arms, Flower of pure law. We are the sands that see.
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Ice cold silk
02:49
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she’s guided by an invisible hand do you realize? That you’re being mislead into wasting your life again. Hey I adore you, wanna call you. It’s kinda like getting shot down in the rain. Fire phoenix I ride upon you. Spit in they’re eyes we’ll make it through. All I need is what I see in you. Is what I found in you. I got my best vest on. Drinkin gin. Shakin up and dry with 3 olives. I’m just too wasted for my own good. I got my best vest on.
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Ancient Blue Jungle Felt
02:34
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you’ve got the creator at your dinner rock, and you keep a mama jaguar dining at your feet. You speak through your space helmet of manipulation in a damp dark cave. Fire light reveals and conceals as it dances across your face. beware the bearers of false gifts. Human nature baby! Grab it and growl. Tiger alien black jungle with an electric blue carpet floor. And you sip your wine and you stroll the park forever with serpents and suns in the dark. Slip and glide upon air and grab what you cant see I know you can c’mon.
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Desert of the Real
02:16
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Desert of the real, Suspicious face, stylize the boy, of the human race, and if the house is packed then bother knockin’. *Hey Girl! I’m bein’ better, right now, I’m bein’ a boy don’t know if I should stop before I find my religion in a bathroom stall You’ve got modern eyes. Chantilly lace, chartreuse babe, the fear returns, enslave the swine, the sow is mine!!! BABY! Hey Girl! I’m bein’ better, right now, I’m bein’ a boy don’t know if I should stop before I find my religion in a bathroom stall. You’ve got modern eyes.
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Moon Beam Body
04:06
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Going to a party on a Friday night. Inspiration glossy magazines. Moon beam body creature showed in the night shown in the night. The tide is red Neon and transparent. Surfing in the breaks spirit without shape or passion.
Feel a lot like romeo yeah you don’t know but you se me I don’t know whats Going on I had to fake love once before. I’m skeptical of you girl, and you don’t see the animal in me. Don’t; sell me short. Yeah I’m talking to you. I know you can I know you can
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