Feiticiera

stop I'm drunk, but I'm off my knees, the police stopped chasing, I'm her new cool meat, she pops the trunk, and she removes me, and a machine that takes, pictures of us, now my jaw and my teeth hurt, I'm choking from gnawing on the ball, and just before I come to move to, the back of the car she makes me, touch the machine, new murderer, first untie me, untie me for now, you said you would, right? and you were right, (soon I'll let you go) soon this will be all over, well I hope soon, she sang, so she sang, (soon I'll let you go)

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