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I wake up
It's vietnam inside my head
And all the walls are painted red
With the blood
Of every lovely moment that I ever had
That's how it goes
In the virgin spring
I walk out
Every day a little death
Feels a little like Macbeth
And the water
Never runs clean never runs clean
Never runs clean never runs clean
That's how it goes
In the virgin spring
The snake
Has my number in his phone
Sits me in a golden throne
Pure as a slaughter
Daughter of none
That's how it goes
In the virgin spring
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