This place is like a mansion... look at all this stuff

Rag and Bone, come on and give it to me. Your pretty little rags and bones. We can make someting out of them. We can make some money out of them at least. Come on and give it to me.
I'm slowly turning in to you, but you don't know this. I like to keep my little shell intact. I'm slowly into turning slowly you and I'm turning you into slowly. I'm even loving when you're faking it. 
She was just another conquest. Love to him was a joke 'til he looked into her eyes. And then in the strange way things happen, the roles were reversed from that day. The hunted became the huntress, the hunted became the prey. 
This seems more to me like an allusion than.

(jag gillar mina händer för tillfället. dom har en massa trevliga stämplar och band och tatueringar och smuts under oklippta naglar. det ser ut som att jag har levt livets glada dagar.)  

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