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

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

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

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

I'm to interface
You met me at such a point on the arc
I think I understand what you were
the smiles of the skulls

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

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