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I don't need your acusationssecond rate abominationyour heart is degeneratingyour "love mix" needs new combinationwith the fire of loveburns the flames of hatecapable of oppositesnever knowing whichyou're going to gettoday, to bury, to dieand what's your body glitter?you need a stoned sitteryou hate only New York litterand what's your body glitter?canned peaches and my brainis not my own
I sing the puppets song of being freecontrolled by a stringwith an acters voicenever talking 'boutsubject choicedespair in sing song voicewooden whipping boyknock on woodknock on meand what's your body glitter?you need a stoned sitteryou hate only New York litterand what's your body glitter?
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