
Homeopathy Songtext
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oh sweetheart
and my constant apologies.
i really fucked up.
oh lover,
my hands are tied,
depending on your good graces.
coercion practiced
if you force my open hand,
i can make myself again.
i can dye your hair cherry red,
move your bed under the window.
if you twist my arm.
and my constant apologies.
i really fucked up.
oh lover,
my hands are tied,
depending on your good graces.
coercion practiced
if you force my open hand,
i can make myself again.
i can dye your hair cherry red,
move your bed under the window.
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