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I got a black shoe lace painted face
I slit my wrist in a state of grace
I got dreadful clothes no-one knows
I bleed everynight from my broken nose
My blood sinks down to the canvas
I'm going down, down, down
My blood sinks down to the canvas
I'm going down, down, down, down, down
The Girl Who Loved the Monsters
Traces black streaks in the sky
The Girl Who Loved the Monsters
Is the girl who wants to fly
