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Şarkı Sözleri Bitter aftertaste of every exploitation Chokes me like a mouthful of spiders Crawling in or out, I don't know But I kneel to the Gods of nausea In moments of reflection upon What I stole from a fifteen year old girl And not even a thousand seasons of rain Could wash my leprosy from her body