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

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

threw me out into the snow, I waited 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 What does that mean?
No clue, it must be an illicit
are you talking about? No clue

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

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

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

While through the woods
I noticed someone had built a
For nobody in
They to destroy us, I know
time to penetrate their fantasy