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Runaway train, hits the delicate art. It twisted the paint, like Dora Maar |
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I love your cubist face, you're still the same. I'll keep you upon my chest so you know that I will stay with you tomorrow. I couldn't leave this world again. And I will stay with you tomorrow. There couldn't be anything left unsaid |
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Stuck in a wall, screamin it seems. You can't hear a sound, you can't see a thing |
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I love your cubist face, you're still the same. Light it upon your hand so you know that I will stay with you tomorrow. I couldn't leave this world again. And I will stay with you tomorrow. There couldn't be anything left unsaid |
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I love your cubist face, you're still the same. I'll keep you upon my chest so you know that I will stay with you tomorrow. I couldn't leave this world again. And I will stay with you tomorrow. There couldn't be anything left. |
