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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 mannequin 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 what to
I took her in the kitchen, ass against the sink
She me in a stoll, what kind?
I think Malaysian

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

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

I'm trying to
You met me at such a dismal on the arc
I think I understand you were saying
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 will have to close it when I'm done
the most out of the visuals

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