The Loneliest Little Maelstrom
Mannequin
love is a knife in the heart of deception
i can see right through you
you're so full of shi-t
but nothing can quit
your idealistic subtraction
of all humanity's ills
i can do all these things to try and heal you
but who's to say you're wrong
who's to say much of anything about
the times you've wasted making love
to a mannequin
i can see right through you
you're so full of shi-t
but nothing can quit
your idealistic subtraction
of all humanity's ills
i can do all these things to try and heal you
but who's to say you're wrong
who's to say much of anything about
the times you've wasted making love
to a mannequin
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Mannequin
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