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Welcome to Hollywood whore. Wake up in Hollywood whore. My dance has passed. Combine the throb within the head with the rhythm of the feet. Say a novena for all those lost and read the bloodstains on the sheets. I've whored myself for less than this and I've prayed to appear to fed. As I knelt on my pillow God, I clenched my fucking fists and banged my head. Who could ever take the place of me? How I kiss up to God my fists and I pray to keep my head though I like your pretty eyes better blackened and my fists all fucking red. Through sickness and health I've kissed up to God two years. I have focused on the cameos made by the tiger in the valley of the fucking locust. Wipe it off you mouth. Get up off your knees and make me your god. It's sexual debauchery. You cost what you're worth. Who could ever? Who the fuck could ever? Followed by a boy like this. Re-ignited by all your visits. As long as your mouth is shut You'll still be beautiful. Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know) And take my memories of her with you. Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know) And take my memories of her with you. Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know) And take my memories of her with you. Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know) And take my memories of her with you. Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know) And take my memories of her with you. Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know) And take my memories of her with you. Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know)