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She's got the soul
But her gut needs to run
To have the marking washed about the things and like
Everybody's laughing 'bout the clown in her head
I start to dress me like the wise girls said
Some people whisper and some people talk too much
I feel the time has come
I feel the job is done
Something is ridiculous
She takes my hand and say
Don't you want to f**k me
I am ready to play
I am the gear
She is obscene
We are the oil of the shaking bed machine
Another scream
Wake up it's your dream
That is what I mean
Here comes a strange kind of hero
Non formal stories that you know
Don't get me wrong
You'll try the dark way
Don't get me wrong
It's not your last day
She is a bee with a sting in her hand
She loves a run back in my gone freezing land
We fall into plans and we dropped in to the force
And now she spreads her legs you wanna ride me like a horse
I am the gear
She is obscene
We are the oil of the shaking bed machine
Another scream
Wake up it's your dream
That is what I mean
Here comes a strange kind of hero
Non formal stories that you know
Don't get me wrong
You'll try the dark way
Don't get me wrong
It's not your last day
And now it feels like before
I know you ask for more
Don't get me wrong
Here's the law
