Joan of Arc - White Out | Текст песни

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How we work long day afternoons mourning. There's fruitflies on the toothbrush and teeth in the sink. Pick and chew. It's time to come clean, I'm eating it up. It's time to come to, and her virgin birth perfect. In the room the women come and go talking of Leonardo DiCaprio. How many ways is there to count to know if someone's dead?

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