faces breed lies.
hidden inbetween her thighs.
rags to riches
(oh she knows it well)
but she ain't got nothin to sell.
mind it to yourself.
stuff it all back on that shelf.
yah they uused to be sweet little boys.
but to her it's just white noise.
she laughs and cries and dies.
one more time before the sunrise.
alone can be lonely.
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