six.

tell me one thing, baby lie if you must life goes on upsidedown and time transforms into the dust did i leave you speachless, baby? did i leave you so grim? follow my thoughts as i trace these hearts back to where times goes thin... and in this land, i'm the queen and, oh baby, you'll be sorry to have ever fucked with me because those lips taste of prosthetic wax and this time, we're never going back...
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