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Visitor

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I am like a $20 bill Changing hands when food is bought or tanks are filled Move through others' lives so easily I am like a $20 bill

Here's to us, one more toast and then we'll pay the bill Deep inside both of us can feel the autumn chill Birds of passage, you and me, we fly instinctively

He had what you might call a simple occupation He cleaned the platforms of the local railway station With no romance in his life Sometimes he wished he

Do I hear what I think I'm hearin'? Do I see the signs, I think I see? Or is this just fantasy Is it true that the beast is wakin'? Stirrin' in his restless

lover visits me my lover frightens me nasty pig's kissing me His dick in dream is touching my cheek his ass in dream over my face My lover visits me

it's so certain And then it's alright And the days go along so smoothly And the nights fade into each other You've got all the kinds of every love And your visitor

We were visited last evening By a servant of the day He had traveled miles on horseback To scout his master's way And he only had a moment To warm his

has than some nights in your beast some many nights, so last like van and them skipping them eyes does full Maybe stay scrap on takes out to the moon evil no are visiters