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They had painted her face like a man's
Like a state, gang-banging
A sad to the eagle-shaped mirror
I'm the kind of mannequin cheats and
Opens its eyes to the of the spread

She took me home and in my drink
She spoke of Germaine and Friedan
I know what to think
I her standing in the kitchen, ass against the sink
She me in a stoll, what kind?
I Malaysian mink

Than threw me out into the snow, I for the bus
Up come some voters screaming, are you one of us?
I said of course man, you see
I've got some text reconstruction? does that mean?
No clue, it must be an pentagram
What are you talking about? No

I my shutter speed, my aperture, my domino
Can't focus, can't stop staring at the face I to know
This life is not a prison, we are always free to go
Chinese stars, Chinese stars, Chinese
My 'cuz had the Chinese stars

I'm to interface
You met me at such a point on the arc
I I understand what you were saying
About the smiles of the

The spastic face was the one, our luck was white
I read it with my head open, slightly cracked
Somebody else will to close it when I'm done
Make the out of the visuals

While through the woods
I someone had built a house
For nobody in
They want to us, I know
It's to penetrate their fantasy