Famous
Just as a side note, the use of the word chamber instead of cylindar indicates that the game has noelement of luck to it anymore. Famous Why don't I pull the trigger Slide the blade across the vein Slip the rope around my neck Finish me off, go insane Two hearts to say I love you A name slashed across the skin You won't touch me little boy I won't cry for this again Scream at me delicately Slap your hand across my face My scars will leave the story I'll be giving you some space Steal away some innocence A young girl hurled to the floor Show her how to please a man Show her that she is a whore The Chamber's fully loaded Russian Roulette is the game I am the slut you made me Enamour in all my fame I revised the meter, I hope it is better
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