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I feel the callous
Skin on your hands
Between my fingertips
Can feel your right (?)
On my left hand
And (?) cavern
I analyzed you through a pane of glass
Why would some of us prefer control over submission?
Why would some rather (?) when they could own it?
Why would some of us prefer control over submission?
Why would some rather? when they could own it?
Own it
When they could own it
Own it
When they could own it
I feel the (?)
Move down my (?);
Course through my starving lips.
You put your silver rooms
On my left hand,
And then it happened:
My instincts spinning through a timeless land.
Why would some of us prefer control over submission?
Why would some rather (?) when they could own it?
Why would some of us prefer control over submission?
Why would some rather? when they could own it?
When they could own it