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Love Me (Intro)
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YOU MUST REALLY LOVE ME. YOU MUST LOVE ME. I CAN SEE THAT YOU LOVE ME. YOU PROBABLY LOVE ME. I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES. I KNOW IT.
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Feb. 24, 2021
03:16
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I FIRST LAID EYES ON YOU. YOU HAD NEON GREEN PASTIES ON. I LIKED YOUR OUTFIT. I LIKED YOU. YOU PROBABLY FUCKING HATE ME. I KNOW YOU HATE ME JUST LOOK AT ME. EATING SCRAPS OFF THE FLOOR. HIDEOUS. DISGUSTING. A PILE OF GARBAGE INSIDE A PILE OF GARBAGE INSIDE A PILE OF GARBAGE. POUR ME ANOTHER FUCKING GLASS. JUST SHOOT ME. THERE ISN'T A CELL IN THIS BRAIN THAT WANTS TO LIVE. THERE ISN'T A PART OF ME THAT BELIEVES IN A PART OF YOU THAT BELIEVES IN MY LOVE. I'M DONE. SHOOT ME. I'M DONE. THERE ISN'T A PLACE ON THIS DEPRESSED EARTH FOR MORE SICK GARBAGE AND I'M DONE. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND AND NEITHER DO YOU OR YOUR FRIENDS OF YOUR FAMILY OR YOUR BOSS OR YOUR DOG OR YOUR GRANDPARENTS OR YOUR SONGS OR MICKEY MOUSE. I DON'T FUCKING KNOW BUT I'M DONE. MARCH 2ND. IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU WITH LOVE, THEN I'LL HAVE YOU WITH MONEY. AND IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU WITH MONEY, IF I LOSE THE LAST FUCKING THING THAT I HAVE LEFT, IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU, THEN LINE ME UP IN THE BACK OF THE SHED AND SHOOT ME IN THE BACK OF THE FUCKING HEAD BECAUSE I'M DONE. BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.
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YOU MY SWORD. I HAVE NO ENEMY. YOU COME TO ME ASKING FOR A PART OF ME I GIVE YOU ONLY MY BLADE. CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET? CAN YOU KEEP YOUR HEART BENEATH IT? CAN YOU HOLD IT JUST AS CLOSE AS THE LAST BLADE THAT GAVE YOU HOPE? THERE IS NOBODY ELSE. YOU MY SWORD I GIVE MY WORD TO TAKE IT IN TO MY BREAST THE PLACE WHERE I ONCE HAD STITCHES SINCE RIPPED THEM AWAY.
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Blood
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GOD I FEEL THE BLOOD RUSHING. BODY OF A GOD. VOICE OF A SONGSTRESS. HAROLD AND MAUDE. I REST ON YOUR ALTAR. MY BODY YOUR BLOOD. THIS IS WHAT LOVE LOOKS LIKE. MY BODY YOUR BLOOD. PLEASE DON'T LOOK AT ME. I JUST WANT TO FEEL WANTED. I JUST NEED TO FEEL NEEDED. I WOULD DO ANYTHING. LOVE IS FOREVER. I WOULD BE ANYONE. MY LIFE IS YOURS. I DO IT FOR YOU. MY HEART IS YOURS. LOVE IS FOREVER. NO.
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Ignition
02:08
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SAY JUST WHAT YOU MEAN. I AM DRIFTING OFF THE EDGE. IGNITION BUT MY ENGINE IS DEAD. I'M A ANGEL BABY, SO GIVE ME MY WINGS. OVERCLOCKED. HEART ON LOCK IN THE PASSENGER SEAT. I CAN FEEL, YOU AREN'T ON MY MIND, YOU'RE JUST IN MY CAR. 100 MILES. PUSH ME 'TILL I'M GONE. SPREAD MY WINGS AND TEACH ME HOW TO DIE. OFF THE EDGE. I'VE GOT THE BABY ON MY MIND. WE'RE SWIMMING IN MY CAR.
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Century of Pleasure
04:24
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I CAN FEEL YOU OH IT'S SO GOOD TO ME. MY HEART'S A TRASH FIRE. AND I'M SO ALONE UP IN MY CASTLE. WON'T YOU JOIN ME. I'VE GOT A HEART LIKE A MAKESHIFT CENTRIFUGE. DON'T TOUCH ME. AND I'VE GOT A FAMILY, A MORTGAGE, AND YOU. GET AWAY FROM ME. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT MY WIFE AND I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THIS LIFE. GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCE AT HAND AND GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE CHAINS OF A FAMILY MAN. I CAN FEEL YOUR SNAKE SLOWLY SLITHER ROUND MY NECK AND TAKE CONTROL OF ME, THE BLOODLUST FILLS THE HOLE IN ME. GET ON THE FLOOR, GIVE IT TO ME. MOMMY, DADDY, WHERE'S MY BEER? GIVE ME ALL YOUR HEART AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE. I HOPE SHE DON'T SEND ME TO HER RED SNAKE. SLITHER ON ME. SLITHER ON MY SOUL. CENTURIES OF PLEASURE.
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Firstwife Portland, Oregon
firstwife is the project of nadia newcomb!!!
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