touching flowers with your scream
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meeting sweets she smiles like cream
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when your hair hides melting grace
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worn out minds wont touch your face
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i am leaning far, too far above the ice
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so i'll feed my hands with cheeks of other names
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i am lying under tons of porcine snow
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polyester absorbs me
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fawn at last my parents cried
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about my green and my last white
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now my darling goes to him
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she will dare her cross's skin
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i am leaning far, too far above the ice
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so i'll feed my hands with cheeks of other names
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i am lying under tons of porcine snow
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polyester absorbs me
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I'm using gloves(x4)
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Polyester
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Maximilian Hecker |