caked up and faked up,
she's obsessed with the outside.
nothing earned,
She's a song unsung
She's the wild orchid in your ugly
old man, i heard some things about the boy you
the gold your greed is thirsting for
is evil's root and
hard bark on the family tree
october leaves on massachusetts' trees.
a
she's a song unsung
she's the wild orchid in your ugly
how many miles until i get out of this rectangular
let me tell you a story about the man who
sisters starving, brothers begging
mothers mourning, fathers folding
when i loo
the taste of the floor reminds me of the skin
that
to our foundations who fell apart
and all us kids who
(A breaking!) in spirit, (A breaking!) in promise, (A breaking!)
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