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The Bled Heat Fetish

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Bled (The). Heat Fetish. Crawling Home. Bled (The). Warmte Fetish. Crawling Startpagina.
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I just can't leave this alone; meat for the wolves pulling flesh from the bone. This is blood that I draw from a stone. And a scar to remind me of where

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Bled (The). Heat Fetish. Crowbait. Bled (The). Warmte Fetish. Crowbait.
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Dream poacher, you list it in a hailstorm of flies, the maggots sung under your pen in every word you wrote. Bait for the crows, taunt the hungry when

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Bled (The). Heat Fetish. Devolver. Bled (The). Warmte Fetish. Devolver.
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We crawled out of the ocean for the evolution to conduct the grand finale. She wants so badly to return the favor, to bring you back home. Everything

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Bled (The). Heat Fetish. Meet Me In The Bone Orchard. Bled (The). Warmte Fetish. Meet Me In The Bone Orchard.
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Once again, I need your skin, these teeth will take too much, they always do. Sever me, desire bleeds you dry, coercion takes to long. Drain you and

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Bled (The). Heat Fetish. Mouthbreather. Bled (The). Warmte Fetish. Mouthbreather.
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I know you thought I would go quietly but I never asked you for permission to believe in something bigger than us both. I think you owe me an apology

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Bled (The). Heat Fetish. Needs. Bled (The). Warmte Fetish. Behoeften.
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As the moon waxed and waned, He felt the depth of his love shoot right to the surface. Overwhelmed by the once suppressed need to devour something whole

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Bled (The). Heat Fetish. Night Errors. Bled (The). Warmte Fetish. Night Fouten.
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All your moves are an act to me, If I'm dismissive, the red on your hand and the stutter in your step gave me permission. Who's broken heart did I abduct

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Bled (The). Heat Fetish. Need New Conspirators. Bled (The). Warmte Fetish. Need New Conspirators.
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Tell me, how many years have you felt so sick? To the kids who care more about these songs than the wars they've been fighting for so fucking long There

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Bled (The). Heat Fetish. Running Through Walls. Bled (The). Warmte Fetish. Running Through Walls.
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I clutched the wheel, burned the trail in search of someone's master plan, but I dragged myself into the ground in search of a fabled promised land,

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Bled (The). Heat Fetish. Shouting Fire In A Crowded Room. Bled (The). Warmte Fetish. Schreeuwen Fire In een overvolle zaal.
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We have followed our leaders into the vault of a burning bank We raised our children on dead end roads waiting to death in the summer win Looking for

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Bled (The). Heat Fetish. Smoke Breaks. Bled (The). Warmte Fetish. Rookpauzes.
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product doesn't move... Trudge on, workhorse. God help you all you're just getting by. You run like a river without a prize in your sights. Bleed on. Bleed on. Bleed

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Bled (The). Heat Fetish. When Exiting Your Vehicle. Bled (The). Warmte Fetish. Bij het verlaten van uw voertuig.
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You and I are not survivors, decorated victims of a losing war, All dressed up in our defensive wounds. We are the ghosts. Haunted by the living ones

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