2006 August:
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Nobody's home No sound, no light Just the euphoria Just a tangible tension I feel like doing you bad I feel like hurting you Hands rushing and rubbing Lips searching and lurking Minds flipping and slipping away One, two, pinch Four, five, bite Seven, eight, spank Legs shake, can't stand straight Sleeping on a battlefield.
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