Love Like... Electrocution
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10 Steps to Avoid the Clap: Number One - I Wouldn't Piss on a Scorpion If It Was on Fire  |
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Hunger Like Numb Toes on an Olso Sidewalk |
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Hunger Like Numb Toes on an Oslo Sidewalk |
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I Might Have Shed a Tear for Him, but He's No Depardieu |
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The Graduate Walks With a Distant Gait |
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The Tropics of Cancer, Capricorn, and a Smashed Face |
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The Truth of the Matter Is I Am Satan and on the Guitars We Have the Devils. This Is Devil Music. |
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This Charade Has Lasted Well Past the Curtains Fall |
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We Only Fuck To Black Sabbath Vol. 4 |
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We've Built Our Tombs. Now We're Sleeping in Them |
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With Horses in Her Eyes, She Spat Like a Wildcat |
