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Jan 2014
There's nothing pretty inside her head
Lips are shiny, eyes are dead
No one hears a thing she says

Her fake smile makes my skin crawl, teeth clack
Sun colored hair braided back
A painted doll all dressed up

Skin's like caramel or ***** cream
Hands float dangerously close
Air for brains and dirt for soul
S D S
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S D S  Crazy-Town; I'm the Mayor
(Crazy-Town; I'm the Mayor)   
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   jerely, Anna and Giavanna Corriero
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