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and throw the body.
throw the body in.
throw it!
throw it in, please!

now, deeper.

Wish I could take this guy over me, and be free.
Wishful thinking and too much desires. Lust no longer.

But what is exacty the problem, ah? We all love the attention and the ego candy. Plenty fish in the sea. And a dead body floating on it.

Mother superior, jump the gun; ‘cause I believe in peace, bitch!

[ouvindo Space Dog, por Tori Amos]