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

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

Than threw me out the snow, I waited for the bus
Up come some values screaming, are you one of us?
I of course man, can't you see
I've got some text reconstruction? What does mean?
No clue, it must be an pentagram
What are you about? No clue

I check my shutter speed, my aperture, my
focus, can't stop staring at the face I used to know
This life is not a prison, we are free to go anytime
Chinese stars, Chinese stars, stars
My had the rawest Chinese stars

I'm trying to
You met me at such a dismal on the arc
I think I understand what you were
About the smiles of the

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

While through the woods
I noticed someone had built a
For in particular
They want to destroy us, I
It's to penetrate their fantasy