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She flies to Paris, France | I come down in her childhood bed | And write the words I'll one day wish that I had never said
She flies to Paris, France I come down in her childhood bed And write the words I'll one day wish that I had never said Now all that I became must die before the forum thread The cursed vultures feed and spread the seeded daily bread And I guess I found out What it's like Oh, I am very young But I am working Working on the glow up I am the richest girl in every room Mainline to the UE BOOM They ask me Why don't you sing with an English accent Well I guess it's too late to change it now In the rural American town fairground I go round and I go round It's a great wide gulf between intentions and what ground met me I check my phone and make the sound Like 'Theme From Failure' performed for just you Like the new road built out of Black Country ground I have learned so little From all I lost in two thousand and eighteen I think she's still waiting there for us, somewhere Underneath what we built to keep the waters clean It's a one size fits all Hardcore cyber fetish early noughties zine She sells matcha shots to pay for printing costs and a PR team She's recently enlightened And for some reason that phases me Won't give up Too soft to touch And how hard could it really be?
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