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So I ran faster but it caught me here
Yes, my loyalties turned
Like my ankle in the 7th grade
Running after Billy, running after the rain
These precious things, let them bleed,
Let them wash away these precious things
Let them break their hold over me
He said "You're really an ugly girl, but I like the way you play"
And I died, but I thanked him - Can you believe that sick
Holding onto his picture, dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys, so you can make me cum
That doesn't make you Jesus
I remember yes in my peach party dress
No one dared to tell me, where those pretty girls are
Those demigods with their nine-inch nails
And little fascist panties tucked inside the heart of every nice girl...
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