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Married like the bars and dead

Your eyes are while it’s taking disguise

Don’t mistake the deer for the hell eyes

Dribbles like the creeks as in your skin

We need a flare of plastic

Tonight you’ll sleep until the lossy live

And since that moonlight, requesting shame

There’s the claymation

But in the absence of a white fake tale

We started running for a dark cell

Tortured by the taste she craves

She wakes a faith, it cannot be reshaped

The human versus wild to save her faith

Dribbles like defeat, she grabs their teeth

And decapitated bodies splits

But she’s just more… she comes with me

And since that moonlight, requesting shame

There’s the claymation

But in the absence of a white fake tale

We started running for a dark cell

Hold onto the hell

Hold onto the hell

But in the absence of a white fake tale

We started running for the dark cell

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