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Dresden Dolls The

There is this thing That's like touching except you don't touch Back in the day It just went without saying at all All the world's history Gradually

couch but she's safe--she wears shades, she wears shades oh, but no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my baby doll and you're aces for playing

Missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me If you kiss me, mister, I might tell my sister If I tell her, mister, she might tell my mother And my

an arm is off an eye is missing a face is cracked a mouth is rusting a dress is ripped a hand is stuck this mechanism seems to be broken but pull the

Half underwater, I'm half my mother's daughter A fraction's left up to dispute The whole collection, half of the price they're asking In the halfway house

Clutching the phone till my hands were sore I never understood pain before, Christopher you cannot know what it does to me hearing you speak with this

Boys wear overcoats in heat like this to keep themselves from showing Girls fill out prescriptions for the tricks That keep their hearts from growing

I am an anarchist, an Antichrist, an asterisk I am an [Incomprehensible], an acolyte, an accidental I am eleven feet, okay, eight, six foot three I fought

no one's asking to go dancing its not like that anymore its romantic if they mean it when they shut your fingers in the door its a gory sort of story