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» Трек » TourniquetShe’s made of hair and bone and little teeth and things that cannot speak.
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» Трек » TourniquetI’m not proud with me.
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» Трек » TourniquetShe comes on like a crippled plaything her spine is just a string.
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» Трек » TourniquetI never ever believed in me.
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» Трек » TourniquetI wrapped our love in all this foil, silver tight like spider legs.
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» Трек » TourniquetI never wanted it to ever spoil but flies will always lay their eggs.
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» Трек » TourniquetTake your hatred out on me, make your victim my head
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» Трек » TourniquetYou never ever believed in me I am your tourniquet.
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» Трек » TourniquetProsthetic synthesis and butterfly.
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» Трек » TourniquetSealed up with virgin stitch.