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sell your secrets I want to knowwhat the sighting of the brethren in a city of goldmeans to hold and what they want to love (don't you mean that vampire?)what they want to hiss, kiss, love and puff (could you and your hips try?)born from a mind amidst decayhe's a roverdancing in the wind on fallen landlittle shy townneeds a little man to spill the bloodroversail your flagship between the goatswhile the other men wait for more to loathepout your vagina, I need to know (did you wash that cockhand?)while the boss shags the brethren chose (fight to fuck or dance to live)born from a mind amidst decayhe's a roverdancing in the wind on fallen landlittle shy townneeds a little man to spill the bloodrover From Letras Mania