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Flys through the air with the greatest disease
Takes little pills and calls them trapeze
I know you’re right
Everything you do is right
Everything I do is true
Bluebell to hell
Lo and behold a girl with a goal
Looks so old she’s made out of gold
I know you’re right
Everything you do is right
Everything I do is true
Bluebell to hell
I want to live in the smallest corner
In the densest mind in the fuckmost room
And sing the stars they swing from their chandelier strings
I know real love
You know who you are
You’re deadmeat motherfucker
You don’t try to rape a goddess
Flys through the air with the greatest disease
Takes little pills and calls them trapeze
I know you’re right
Everything you do is right
Everything I do is true
Bluebell to hell
You are so obvious
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