Eighteen Visions. Until The Ink Runs Out. Wine 'em, Dine 'em, Sixty-Nine 'em. Eighteen Visions. Jusqu'à La encre s'épuise. Vin 'em, Dine' em, soixante-neuf 'em.
.... you can't feel this in those drunken knees that bend and I can't have you this way. delirious, it's hit that point but the nights not over. shout it out
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