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Hazy, distraught and confused.
Gnashing on my pillowcase.
Is this all the love you crave for all your chicken heads?
Knowing that you are not the one for me.
Come and fill this void of mine with the common census of our immorality.
Come now (?), partake of a martyrs love.


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Eleven song meanings
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