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Fraudulent
Miracles, Make Miracles Seem Shit
Rice paper princess, i guess too poor for flesh....fuck you
In the mist above perfection
Rain on the parade
Me that's crowding daylight
and the hole inside the hood of a saint. (Fuck You)
And never the two shall meet
Said the tiger to its greatest fan
The amount of love you wish to give is more than i can stand
and now you leave me in defeat
leave me battered, broken man
The amount of love you wish to give is more than i can stand
Now I have you where I want you
I know that you are listening
This is my chance to tell you everything (Fuck you)
my chance to tell you I love you
but I've waited too long
Now the record's over
Now the record's over (Fuck you again)
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