Sirens begin, the red light Hungry go the
Betty's in the sandbox to detox She wears long sleeves
Desdemona in a red can't get off the bench Her bolts are fused, her limbs can't Someone better find a
Got no past, they can't like a curse What's for them is always bought At the price of worse
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Got no past, they can't The future's a hearse What's best for is always bought At the of something worse
Got no past, I last The future's like a I'm swimming in of mercury sense of the end of the century
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been burned Better him back to central casting Jen weaker her soul sneakers Are without laces So she rides the snake till she wings And to better places
Got no past, can't last The future's a hearse What's for them is always bought At the price of something
Got no past, I last The future's a curse I'm in pools of mercury sense of the end of the century
It's dawn, their worn Rain like a female I'm in pools of mercury sense of the end of the century
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