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I know you can't tell me So I'm left to pick up The hints, the little symbols of your devotion And I feel your fists And I know it's out of love And I feel the whip And I know it's out of love And I feel your burning eyes burning holes Straight through my heart It's out of love It's out of love I accept and I collect upon my body The memories of your devotion.
Annons