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Shes got 15 personalities a glass eyeball and a problem brain livin out of town in a six foor ditch tries to hit herself but she always seems to miss ladybug i don't believe in love you're lost in the skies above daisies and a picket fence? i don't want yer love all of her clothes are the paper doll ya want to grow up in a fairy tale yer papa was a maggot and yer borther is a dirty faggot everyday the tragadies they never fail i don't have anything that you could ever want born downtown in a homeless onterourge brain hal empty as a basement ya know i'm inept i can't give you what i don't already have |
