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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 that 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 what to think
I took her standing in the kitchen, ass the sink
She draped me in a stoll, kind?
I think Malaysian

Than me out into the snow, I waited for the bus
Up some values voters 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 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
This life is not a prison, we are free to go anytime
Chinese stars, stars, Chinese stars
My 'cuz had the rawest stars

I'm trying to
You met me at such a 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 with my head open, only cracked
Somebody else will have to close it when I'm
Make the out of the visuals

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