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Bag It Up

December Moon

Someone tell me I'm dreaming,
The freaks are rising up through the floor.
Everything I believe in is
Telling me that I want more, more, mooore.

Lay your love on the fire when you come on in,
I got my hee-bee-jee-bees in a hidden bag.
Tell me what you desire and we'll bag it up.
High.






Mais tocadas

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