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sunday
03:08
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remember when she came and went
and all her other sickest friends
and roses from the ground and she'd say
'speak in tongues please, fading flower'
sunday, someday
your carpet frays
my arms and legs
like spider eggs
and since we're on the subject,
i'm not sorry
sunday, someday
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cut
03:36
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it really was an accident
it really was no accident
to dig up all those roses
it really was no accident
incisions made right from the bed
here you are
you read like a hepatitis wikipedia
tell me what you need
i can't promise that i'll give you want you want
ballerinas flail like liquid fuck
you can use their bodies
or just close them up
opal birth and littered teeth
fell in love and fell asleep
there were three
here you are
you read like a hepatitis wikipedia
tell me what you need
i can't promise that i'll give you want you want
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