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Diamonds and pollen, America bled to death |
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Electric and pregnant, brilliant sluts and fire worship |
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Devouring the righteous, we were just monkeys braiding thread |
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We were golden needles, diamonds and pollen |
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And Coma White, a mannequin of depression |
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The face of the dead star, fagged out for the corner |
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She was so soft in the bed |
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And the pomegranate earth spins into oblivion |
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The one that trembles, the one that fears |
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The one that suffers, the one that vomits |
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The one that needs |
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The one that trembles, the one that fears |
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The one that suffers, the one that vomits |
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The one that needs |
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A million scars, a million promises |
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A million scars, a million promises |
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A million scars, a million promises |
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A million scars, a million promises |
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A million scars, a million promises |
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A million scars, a million promises |
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A million scars, a million promises |
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And all your sad endings are planting in their gardens |
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And they're waiting to grow and to die like flowers do |
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And all your sad endings are planting in their gardens |
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And they're waiting to grow and to die like flowers do |
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And all your sad endings are planting in their gardens |
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And they're waiting to grow and to die like flowers do |
