Ellen

I always play Russian Roulette in my head It's seventeen black and twenty-nine red How far from the gutter; how far from the pew I'll always remember to forget about you.I'm unclean, a libertine And every time you vent your spleen, I seem to lose the power of speech, Your slipping slowly from my reach. You grow me like an evergreen, You never see the lonely me at all.

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I'd sell your heart to the junkman baby. For a buck, for a buck. If you're looking for someone to pull you out of that ditch: you're out of luck, you're out of luck.