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Abstractedness

2005

Taint my heart, rip it apart
vote for me and my funky dress
Where are you now – I didnt even start
I must confess my abstractedness
Neglected by some future stalkers
will I perish in clandestine laughter?
Im not one of those bloody streetwalkers
whatever they tell you the night after
Im not the innocent queen
but a soft black-pallid dream
much weaker than you guess
this is a pretty mind that you caress
So taint my heart, rip it apart
vote for me and my torn dress
Where do you go– I didnt even start
Im distracted I must confess

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