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You say you want love, but what you want is a slave. Well here I am, baby — breaking underneath your chains.
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What do you get the man who has nothing?
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his last breath tasted like cotton candy.
bottom of page
You say you want love, but what you want is a slave. Well here I am, baby — breaking underneath your chains.
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What do you get the man who has nothing?
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his last breath tasted like cotton candy.