Poetic Justice
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:06:02
Oh, it felt so aood.
:06:07
But in the end, I was still horny.
:06:11
My sweet abyss still existed.
:06:24
Markell! Markell, get up, baby.
:06:28
Markell, baby, wake up. Markell!
:06:32
Somebody help me, please!
:06:35
Somebody help me!
:07:07
Alone
Lyina, thinkina last niaht

:07:11
How to find my soul a home
:07:14
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone

:07:18
I came up with one thina
And I don't believe I'm wrona

:07:22
That nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone

:07:38
Alone, all alone
:07:41
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone

:07:45
There are some millionaires
With money they can't use

:07:48
Their wives run 'round like banshees
Their children sina the blues

:07:53
They've aot expensive doctors to cure
Their hearts of stone

:07:57
But nobody, no, nobody
Can make it out here alone


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