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A Perfect Circle - Magdalena over come by your loathing temple over come by this holiest of altars so pure so rare to wittness such and earthly goddess that I've lost my self control beyond compell to throw this dollar bow before your holiest of altars I'd sell my soul my self esteem a dollar at time for one chance one kiss one taste of you my magdalena I bare wittness to this place this prayer so long forgotten so pure so rare to wittness such an earthly goddess I'd sell my soul my self esteem a dollar at a time for one chance one kiss one taste of you my black madonna I'd sell my soul my self esteem a dollar at a time for one taste one taste one taste of you my magdalena |
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