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the future seems so blurry at Lulu's Alibi where you sip your scalding tea life is ordinary; you bend down to tie your lace you better stay there on your knees the truth is rarely pure and never simple, dear wish I could throw up all my tainted fears you give up pretending and I stare at the stain on my shirt, it's been so long and I start comprehending when you talk about Michelle how I'd like to break her neck the truth is rarely pure and never simple, dear wish I could throw up all my tainted fears From Letras Mania