tropical
moist exotic places
i've always yearned to go
that i went
now i'm down to earth
looks like you've eaten already
you don't even believe in god
lick the blood off my hands
it mixes with my wine
despair on my lonesome
oh shut up
that too much work for you
such a noisy dinner table
ask her to marry you anyway
its just so complicated
harbor a fantasy
she asked me to marry her
i must have nodded off
maybe i'll just forget it
you won't
so i'll just shoot you
point blank
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