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My aggravated rose
Is a thorn in her nose
Her scratches on my face
Where is your white horse?
Another month goes by
I wake up as it ends
I crawl into my living space
Where is your white horse?
Where is your white horse?
Where is your face?
All of my
All of my private places expire
All of my private places (x2)
All of my private places expire all of my private places (x2)
All of my private places expire all of my private places (x2)
All of my private places expire
Of my, of my
All of my private places expire
Of my, of my, of my...
(transcribed by natasha memmott)
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