I had visions, I was in them, I was looking into the mirror. To see a little bit clearer the rottenness and evil in me. Fingertips have memories, I can't forget the curves of your body. And when I feel a bit naughty; I run it up the flagpole and see who salutes, but no one ever does. I'm not sick, but I'm not well and I'm so hot 'cause I'm in hell
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