Letra de The Cult Of The True Woman Redux
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Part of me is null.
Circles, hearts; this is art.
This can of lead paint, can paint in one shade.
Circles, hearts; this is art.
This can of lead paint, can paint in one shade.
Everything is bleeding.
Nobody is watching out for us.
Nobody is watching out for us.
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