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"I'm a sexual innuendo in this burned out paradise. If you turn me on to anything, you better turn me on tonight."
My Ideal Person:
"Please understand me. I'm crawling through the wreckage of all my twisted dreams, but this cheap investigation just can't stifle all my screams, and I'm waiting, at the crossroads, waiting for you...waiting for you...where are you?"
"I'll wait in this place, where the sun never shines. Wait in this place, where the shadows run from themselves."
"Waiting for you to, come along. Waiting for you to, hear my song."
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