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Sugar, tea, and mutton, flour Clotted cream and blood and power, yeah Even dreaming makes you sour See the pearly gates from the water tower Give me sweet, sweet nothing Whispered with a forked tongue I'm thirty-five and I might start LARPing If I shake this black, black lung Fall in circles in the yard Don't speak without my mask Fighting fire to a void Coke Zeros for the boys All that's left here is gold And all that twinkles is fear All that's left here is gold And all that twinkles is fear From Letras Mania