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I would be living a dream.
I would be laying in dirt.
Making love to a king.
Bind him tight; so it'd hurt.
Taking hour long baths,
in some poor mans blood.
Naked voyages. Laying out in the mud.
I would get girls to scream.
Like I like, in my ear.
King would tell me he loved me.
But I can not hear.
I would be laying in dirt.
Making love to a king.
Bind him tight; so it'd hurt.
Taking hour long baths,
in some poor mans blood.
Naked voyages. Laying out in the mud.
I would get girls to scream.
Like I like, in my ear.
King would tell me he loved me.
But I can not hear.
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