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when i was small i thought i was tough
play and play and touch the strings
that tasted like beauty
don't tell me someone's better
i don't know why i'm miserable
do you believe in the universe?
please, don't make me say that
while the ghost of the monster's fist
like a credit card transaction
those eyes have judgement inside them
how is it so distinguishable from everything else?
the hair, the style, the everything
wants to sit on my lap
вчора я померли в іншому всесвіті
боролись з нудьгою та холодом,