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Sinikka Monte
Sinikka Monte
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Sinikka Monte
Sinikka Monte
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Florian Spies
Florian Spies
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Deadlocked to the bed, fingers on the edge This is where it ends, you're hurting my thigh Ask me thousand times, you're taking what's mine Force me to my knees, you make my heart bleed Wondering why I'm so meek like I can't speak You buried me between these sheets Just lie until it's over Guilty like a criminal You're so fucking cynical Don't know how to Erase all these memories Never meant nothing When did I send an invitation? It shouldn't mattеr what I wear You don't need an explanation why I thought this love was rarе You are such a thief But you're dealing with grief I'd put you in a grave But instead I just forgave I'm so sick of you Stop throwing me across the room Just lie until it's over Guilty like a criminal You're so fucking cynical Don't know how to Erase all these memories When did I send an invitation? It shouldn't matter what I wear You don't need an explanation why I thought this love was rare You don't even know how to fix this You broke me one hundred times You don't need an explanation why I want you to be gone My lips are black and blue I'm so deprived of O2 Where would I start if I spoke about you? There is no one left to call Because you deleted them all You're tryna hide the marks on the wall Mm, mm, mm-mm When did I send an invitation? It shouldn't matter what I wear You don't need an explanation why I thought this love was rare
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