Ultimate Devotion

Strung Out

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    One o one point one fahrenheit
    To some it's a fever to her it's just right
    I can't hold her and it's bringing me down
    Her blood runs hot but her heart beats cold
    She's a Devil with an angle's face I've been told
    I think I'll press my luck next time you're around

    I'd walk through fire for you
    I'd burn in hell to make it all true
    I never loved anyone else in this world but you
    Is that the reason why I try to prove to you I'm not the otherguy?
    I don't give a damn what other people think!

    A flare for the strange and a temper like a whip
    A soft-hand clutched riding crop grip
    Smell of latex rubber drives me insane
    Beat him once then send him on his way
    There's no room in your life for anyone to stay
    Engrave your moniker in the wells of pain!

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    There's nothing I wouldn't do to prove
    To make these words I promised true
    I'd rather live my life alone than without you
    You know I'd rather die, then won't fuck this up
    Wouldn't get another try
    Got one chance
    There's nothing I wouldn't do

    You'll be my master I'll be your servant
    On my knees I beg to be abused
    You can take the skin right off my back
    With a riding crop or a leather strap
    I'd take it all... Just to be with you!

    I'd walk through fire for you
    I'd burn in hell to make it all true
    I never loved anyone else in this world but you
    Is that the reason why I try to prove to you I'm not the otherguy?

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    Composition: Strung Out

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