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Get on this, for this is seldom
Crucifix and things that held him
Acid trips with no vacation
Glorious in nature's bosom
Bosom pressed in desperation
Sordid mess, but there's redemption
Muscles flexed in praying motion
Tight chest through suffocation
(x2)

Happiness, or something like it
Fornicate only using niceness
Recreate using only blindness
Indigenous to the unbearable lightness
Afghan hounds shaved for battle
Off-cuts spun into jackets
Quick deaths through complications
Gasping breaths for standing ovations
(x2)

Temptations to be good (x2)

Philanthropist of tallest nature
Wrestling with things that made her
Handle this, for this is golden
Mischievous like little children
Blasphemous with such potential
Nastiness with infectious evil
Evilness knowing mother's conscious
Obvious that they've all touched us
(x3)

Temptations to be good (x8)

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