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| Who are you talking to Lord Jesus. | |
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during that phantasmal movie,
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| I'm talking to the girls in heat. The dogs without warning. | |
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| But isn't it all a front. Isn't it all a front for--MURDER. | |
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Crying with Wolves and Handsome Lake the real MORMON.
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| No, I disagree. For you see I do not kill at will. I wait, slowly in a bubble bath and then I make love. Sweet innocent love. | |
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| Sweetness is your weakness. As you walk the Boulverald, Vegas never looked so pristine. | |
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