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2.1. There ain’t a chance My Baby can dance But he’s always looking handsome in his black t-shirts of 90s grunge bands This is a Dead mans land Taking hits I can see the lipstick on the back of your hand Snow White flesh My hearts frost bitten Noir Princess It’s been a few total solar eclipse since I’ve been a rich mans Mistress Maybe God is lonely Baby Maybe God is tired Baby God is lining up the shots knocking on my window He wants me to be his lucky little lady He likes a bad ***** who can admit she’s a little bit egotistic My Mother keeps askin “Samantha have the voices come back again” Well ya Mom but this time it’s moving in a different direction Were singing in harmony Dancing in ashes Holding each others with cold grip hands Pale sunrises And misfortunate lost souls are digging for gold Beware of the mauvais martyrs who sacrifice wilted marigolds
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Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
Martyrs and Marigolds Digging for Gold 2.1.
2.1. There ain’t a chance My Baby can dance But he’s always looking handsome in his black t-shirts of 90s grunge bands This is a Dead mans land Taking hits I can see the lipstick on the back of your hand Snow White flesh My hearts frost bitten Noir Princess It’s been a few total solar eclipse since I’ve been a rich mans Mistress Maybe God is lonely Baby Maybe God is tired Baby God is lining up the shots knocking on my window He wants me to be his lucky little lady He likes a bad ***** who can admit she’s a little bit egotistic My Mother keeps askin “Samantha have the voices come back again” Well ya Mom but this time it’s moving in a different direction Were singing in harmony Dancing in ashes Holding each others with cold grip hands Pale sunrises And misfortunate lost souls are digging for gold Beware of the mauvais martyrs who sacrifice wilted marigolds
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Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
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