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LORD OF THE SIMPS
You’re the lord of all simps,
wandering in the open fields of her gaze,
where her pictures bloom like flowers, bright
and thorned, catching your fingertips.
And there he stands,
the real guy, silent as shadows,
smashing...
wandering in the open fields of her gaze,
where her pictures bloom like flowers, bright
and thorned, catching your fingertips.
And there he stands,
the real guy, silent as shadows,
smashing...
