| We are loli and lolicon, we have moths full of ziplocks
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| Papier-mâché suit at Comic-Con, and push that shit there
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| The coffee table is littered
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| Clippings from the artbook and photos from the lookbooks
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| We hide inside
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| And it is no longer the blood that freezes in the veins, but freon flows through the veins
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| Bookmark in the ventilation shaft
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| I'll be around in the business center, but in the rehearsal room
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| It's creepy, I'll teach her how to be a ninja
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| Look for me in a den on the base of the pyramid
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| Lunar prism will give her strength to fight good
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| We are not hostages of fate, we are only slaves of slaves
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| Who are these rags from Aliexpress? |
| I'll show you where all the forbidden fruits are
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| You can take them all (absolutely)
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| You're just a courier girl
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| Just "one of" in the club unintelligent miss
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| They listen to me and experience frisson
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| Put next to the star in Madame Tussauds,
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| But I'm a rogue, an eternal rogue
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| And there are millions of them in the Milky Way (yeah)
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| Believe me, I held the candle for a long time (for a long time)
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| Brought up by a goddess, glorified, but stupid
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| But I can shoot nicely with two hands
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| And professionally stomp the dream
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| I am that fly in the ointment in a barrel of honey
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| False image, source of pain
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| Heart-rending scream, in full voice
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| Waste monster, black crow
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| I will fall at the feet of the devil
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| I believe he remembers me (huh?)
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| He will give me life on Earth (Fuck?)
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| To fill the ranks of the underworld
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| You experience frisson, but I've been silent for a long time
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| I no longer dream, only a black background
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| The dead don't suffer
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| Feeling frisson, but I've been silent for a long time
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| I no longer dream, only a black background
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| The dead don't suffer
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| The dead don't suffer
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| The dead don't suffer
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| The dead don't suffer
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| The dead don't suffer
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| I need a Colt 1911
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| Playing Russian roulette with a semi-automatic
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| By moonlight or lava lamps, (lava lamps)
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| To make everything look creepy like a theatrical
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| 'Cause anyway, I'm dead
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| And my whole fanbase is experiencing Stockholm Syndrome
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| Space garbage in their minds, and offhand
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| Close people in their hearts are like foreign bodies
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| (Let me justify myself), if alcohol, then only imports,
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| And I'm for stay on the legs, that's why I drink so rarely
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| There are no colors on the sketches, open your eyes wider
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| 'Cause all you see is a preview
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| Naked ambition, (at all), my city is bible-obsessed
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| (Crazy) is the cost of the province of Nu,
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| But looking around panoramic (look)
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| You see only developmental delays
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| Yes, I'm more and more devil, less and less angel
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| Less and less attention, more and more danger
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| More and more ranger and hope fade
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| And time is money, but the system will endure
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| When wine spills on a white shirt
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| (Chateau), or the light will shed
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| My immature loli will go out the window
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| Under my voice in your head
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| After all, I'm the same fly in the ointment in a barrel of honey
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| False image, source of pain
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| Heart-rending scream, in full voice
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| Waste monster, black crow
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| And I will fall again at the feet of the devil
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| I know he remembers me (yeah)
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| He will give me life on Earth (you know)
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| To fill the ranks of the underworld
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| You experience frisson, but I've been silent for a long time
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| I no longer dream, only a black background
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| The dead don't suffer
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| Feeling frisson, but I've been silent for a long time
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| I no longer dream, only a black background
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| The dead don't suffer
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| The dead don't suffer
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| The dead don't suffer
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| The dead don't suffer
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| The dead don't suffer |