The countryside is overgrown There's a lighthouse in her soul Wrestling with butcher girls She don't ever change her clothes Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears I could sleep inside her bones A hundred years Lizards in the pressure zone Mother knows it's only a phase Cherry gardens feel like ice Hazard lights from her past Underneath the broken bridge Hookers hug illegal dads Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears I could sleep inside her bones A hundred years Lizards in the pressure zone Mother knows it's only a phase
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