She’s the devils left with the dirty smile and you wonder why she plays in limbo. New years isn’t the same with that torche inside. She nailed her feet to the floor to stay inside. It’s at his right with the dirty face. And you wonder why she plays with herself. She stands at my doorway. It has that cold touch. It has that old disease. It has that hermit foot. It has that old disease.
released December 20, 2011
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