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Flay her down to her flea collar. Trembling, precautionary, Run to the Magdalene. Child I’m sorry, I’ve taken so long, There is trash in the trees, And the trash that is hacking is making diseases. There is trash in the trees, And the cracks in our hands will tell the stories. A way around the false bravado, Tremulant, tremulant, You’ve lost your body. Child I’m sorry, I’ve taken so long. My broken mirror reflects through the dirt, Who is the fairest? Who is the fairest of them all. My broken mirror reflects what I want. Who is the fairest? Who is the fairest of them all. There is trash in the trees, And the trash that is hacking is making diseases. There is trash in the trees, And the cracks in our hands will tell the stories. My broken mirror reflects through the dirt. Hey reflection, I’m guessing, what you’ll say will hurt. My broken mirror reflects through the dirt. Hey reflection, I’m guessing, what you’ll say will hurt. A way around the false bravado, Tremulant, tremulant, You’ve lost your body. Child I’m sorry, I’ve taken so long. Post a comment in response: |
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