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Nova Heather Oyster Blue Black Eat your words, eat your heart out Eat your words, eat your heart out There's not much left, just my red dress just this feeling that I got You made me a victim in your Christmas kitchen it's my memory it's your loss Bleu black, maybe you got something but the flowers grew back And was it familiar when you toched my sister God, I don't think there's a word for that Blue black, maybe you got something but the flowers grew black I gave it away, whore for a day It's so ugly, I'm still breathing But you never got my virgin heart It stayed locked up, it's still beating Blue black, maybe you got something but the flowers grew black Eat your words, eat your hat Eat your words, eat your heart out I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme You never had a clue, you can't take it with you I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme You never had a clue, you can't take it with you. |
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