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you all want to hear this there's charcoal on our cheeks and this is where we mean when we say "oh my God, it's dark" the dimmest place we've been in weeks see this is more than just a trophy room because this is where we keep our thoughts and you and only you can say you've been where no one else has been you've seen what we've got for sale what do you think? don't hold back just say it we want to hear your words the meaner ones and the coarser ones the ones behind locked doors something that we still have never heard the sweet meats keep the bad man always nipping at my heels the demons and the dutchess on my track it's skin and teeth and candy canes and one last look around and i can't get this monkey off my back the pretty ones always get what they want From Letras Mania