Drying up and wet again
Drying up and wet again
No fear of the monster
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You came in red, you'll leave all red
Have you met perfection?
Don't you just love mornings?
I have my methods, daddy
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
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Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
I need a taste to be convinced
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