I come home from work and think about the people who've pissed me off during the day while I'm removing and inserting the knives. One day, it might just work . . .
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Counting bodies, posting photos, despairing of British politics.
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The clock struck thirteen
And I was searching
For that midnight woman
of my darkest dreams.
She looked straight through me
Her spells undo me
My voodoo lady
Sweet witchcraft maid
Voodoo lady
Don't mean maybe
Ju ju hey hey
Black magic child....
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