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Lockjaw |
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Serrated edges
of her
venomous sequesters wanna play |
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All |
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She's the one who makes me
green |
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Her hubris runs cold
and dry |
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She makes unwitting
poets die |
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She cuts the corners
off the plastic bag and licks her hate away |
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She's the one who makes
me green |
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Her melted skin and
butter eyes |
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Stumbelina's out to die |
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Sorry |
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She mutilates herself
because she knows it's hopeless anyway |
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Her melted skin and
butter eyes |
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She went for broke and left
us dry |
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Quick trip
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Drip drip |
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Hard |
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Fast sip |
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Last drip |
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Give her more |
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Quick straw
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Last call ya'll |
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Lockjaw |
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Free fall |
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Through the floor... |
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More |
