Metal Molly - PVC Lyrics
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PVC
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What Are The Lyrics For PVC By Metal Molly?
Plasticine for people, surgery
I'm not aware that you're not there Plasticine for people, surgery I'm not aware that you're not there I get an eary feeling when they say I'm interactive I still think it's hard to find, a finger for the hoax Any kind of consciousness will surely be neglected The kindergarten influences bother me the most Tell me where my inner me has suffered from an overdone Exposure, exposure, exposure, exposure It's just because my inner you has me for you to double choose I told her, I told her, I told her, I told her Now I think it's time to get a ticket for the climax Fully taped in PVC, wired to the bone They made me made that I was reasonably tired Took me to the nearest place were I could be stoned Tell me where my inner me has suffered from an overdone Exposure, exposure, exposure, exposure It's just because my inner you has me for you to double choose I told her, I told her, I told her, I told her Plasticine for people, surgery I'm not aware that you're not there Plasticine for people, surgery I'm not aware that you're not there I get an eary feeling when they say I'm interactive I still think it's hard to find, a finger for the hoax Any kind of consiousness will surely be neglected The kindergarten influences bother me the most |
Who Wrote PVC By Metal Molly?
Allan Muller, Gino Geudens, Pascal Deweze
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What's The Duration Of The PVC By Metal Molly?The duration of PVC is 3:43 minutes and seconds. |
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