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Lyrics:
Your deformed self The Inside Mind The deformed red beauty It can still be filled
Yes, it can still
The gentle voice that I arrived at, lead the way as I wandered Burning with the decaing trees in the parade
The right and the left still remain Love it without caring about how it looks
Is it love in the right hand? What's in the left hand?
I am PRETTY
Image The sunset waits My locked-up heart sways back and forth Tomorrow, I am still
In the time of agitation is faint hope Your dirty lies
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