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Edward Ka-Spel - Aaazhyd China Doll Aaazhyd! It creeps and I fall and I'm peeled from the lips to the hips and my inside's outside. Hide me in your bed God. You can spread me on your bread, God. Or throw me in the cell... You call it "Hell", I call it warm! A fizz. Apokacidilipsmakk. I crack. I crawl. (So get those fucking horsemen off my lawn!). |
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