
If you can figure out what this really means...you win at life.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 273 - Published: 11-04-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2271737
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What're you doing?!
Too little, too late, sexual fantasy coming here
And yes, seven nights, I'll consider you royalty
Kill me, kill me, I hate when you look at me wrong
In your mind, what a girl, come on let's go
Spill the blood, just for you
And that's the sound of justice (You can't play that sound)
And that's the sound of justice (Just sound)
Thank-you, you moron (Oh what're you gonna do?)
(Drop dead!)
Lay you, grope you, only when just for you
Make this feel, all okay
Sex doesn't seem the same without you
Only without you in memory
I don't even know me, stay next to me for a time
And that's the sound of justice (You can't play that sound)
And that's the sound of justice (Just sound)
Thank-you, you moron (Oh what're you gonna do?)
(Drop dead!)
Don't, don't, stand out from yourself
Can't say, oh well so
So, don't, don't shallow, don't be so
Why do you always act the way-
Killing you from the outside
I'll get you in the end, insurrection
Killing you from the outside
I'll get you in the end, insurrection
Oh when, tonight when we are here
Someday we might, be together as one
Some night, carrying all my hope
Said I, just carrying you, alright
So don't, don't, stand out along the side
You can't say, oh well so
So don't, don't, stand out on the side
Well just can't wait
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