murder mister, you gonna figure me out? there are knives under these knees and sharp teeth at the edges of my dress. i escape your arms, i escape your arms, i am running in fields, i am chocolate mints and buttermilk, i am the wake of dawn in a soggy dress, the cold shivers of a crawling snail.
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murder mister, you gonna figure me out? there are knives under these knees and sharp teeth at the edges of my dress. i escape your arms, i escape your arms, i am running in fields, i am chocolate mints and buttermilk, i am the wake of dawn in a soggy dress, the cold shivers of a crawling snail.
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