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They had painted her face like a mistake
Like a state, gang-banging
A sad return to the eagle-shaped
I'm the kind of mannequin that and
Opens its eyes to the ladies of the

She took me and spit in my drink
She spoke of Germaine Greer and
I didn't know to think
I took her in the kitchen, ass against the sink
She me in a stoll, what kind?
I think Malaysian

Than threw me out into the snow, I for the bus
Up some values voters screaming, are you one of us?
I said of course man, you see
I've got some reconstruction? What does that mean?
No clue, it must be an illicit
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 to go anytime
Chinese stars, Chinese stars, Chinese
My 'cuz had the Chinese stars

I'm trying to
You met me at such a point on the arc
I think I understand you were saying
About the of the skulls

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

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