It tastes foul, made in Turkey I look again, it's made in Turkey Makes me feel warm, you know? Cos its so
cold So so cold Makes me feel old, you know? I feel old So so old It might be alive, I can't tell It's
after my soul, I can tell I've taken it, now its taking me It wants me babe Me, babe Not you, babe Me
And I just don't care I don't fucking care It goes down like broken glass Cutting me up like broken glass
But I don't care anymore You can have me, you cunt I'll finish you Then thats it You're gone I'm drunk,
you say? You're ugly Tomorrow I shall be sober! Yeah Yeah..... Gimmie more, you cunt You can't have
it It's mine I've got it all It wants me, not you babe It's not like torture It feels good I don't
wanna fucking stop But it's empty! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Broken glass... My hands, my hands But I got you,
Turkish.
I got you
I got you.
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