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Tortured

Otep

and eye was like 13
and it was a Sunday morning eye think
and eye think both my parents were still asleep eye remember eye was gonna play sick
so eye wouldn't have to go to church that day [don't stop] [don't stop]
and eye turned over and there he was
[my beloved] [my beloved]
holding a pillow
he smelled of sweat & regret,
and he said...shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Composição: R. Patterson/Otep Shamaya





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