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Blue collar workers in high-rise homes ♪
buildings,
the cradle of the underground.
It's like hundred tiny fingers urging a woman to let go,
a lot of people die
for Jesus, oh Vanderpool.
Self strangulation on a lethal base,
this pudding slur on the good old days.
Psychotic young women with slash marks on their wrists,
there was a big event daily when I partied out.
Hundreds of thousands with tattoos on their hearts,
erotic confusion,
tormented and scarred.
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