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

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

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 text reconstruction? What does that mean?
No clue, it be an illicit pentagram
What are you talking about? No

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

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

The spastic face was the last one, our was white
I read it my head open, only slightly cracked
Somebody else will have to 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 us, I know
It's time to penetrate their