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and when he's tired then he sings
hot sand. i'm walkin' in the hot sand
makin' love on the hot sand
and when he's tired then he sings
hot sand. i'm walkin' in the hot sand
makin' love on the hot sand
that only bloodlust could ever fulfill. you extricated yourself to the jungle;
to try to temper that instinct toward. bury deep in the hot hot sand
a portrait of your mother. take those hands and kill that man standing in the mirror. you were raised as a wild wolf cub. although it seems you sleep like a lamb. you don't know what to do with her love. it's like a live grenade in your pants. your father warned you about temptation. and all the wicked women that it breeds. but when you met her you knew life was over. her damnation is what your body needs. bury deep in the hot hot sand
that only bloodlust could ever fulfill. you extricated yourself to the jungle;
to try to temper that instinct toward. bury deep in the hot hot sand
a portrait of your mother. take those hands and kill that man standing in the mirror. you were raised as a wild wolf cub. although it seems you sleep like a lamb. you don't know what to do with her love. it's like a live grenade in your pants. your father warned you about temptation. and all the wicked women that it breeds. but when you met her you knew life was over. her damnation is what your body needs. bury deep in the hot hot sand
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hot sand on toes
cold sand in sleeping bags
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hot sand on toes
cold sand in sleeping bags
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hot sand on toes
cold sand in sleeping bags
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hot sand on toes
cold sand in sleeping bags
consumed be the human brain
and like hot sands slashing
across the deserts' face
consumed be the human brain
and like hot sands slashing
across the deserts' face