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China Dolls
We spit into the hat of the olive toad;
Taken from the belly of a dead botanist
Porcelain china dolls painted sombre orange;
The color of my eyes reflected in my soul
My mind is a radio
Little bugs inside my heart sing show tunes
My mind is a vacuum
Artists vomit on babies to sicken the masses
Taken from the belly of a dead botanist
Porcelain china dolls painted sombre orange;
The color of my eyes reflected in my soul
My mind is a radio
Little bugs inside my heart sing show tunes
My mind is a vacuum
Artists vomit on babies to sicken the masses
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