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| 1. |
| 3:27 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:51 |
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| 3. |
| 3:32 | 
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He left a card, a bar of soap
And a scrubbing brush next to a note that said "Use these, down to your bones" And before I knew, I had shiny skin And it felt easy being clean like him I thought "This one knows better than I do" A triangle tryna squeeze through a circle He tried to cut me so I`d fit And doesn’t that sound familiar? Doesn`t that hit too close to home? Doesn`t that make you shiver? The way things could have gone And doesn`t it feel peculiar When everyone wants a little more? So that I do remember to never go that far Could you leave me with a scar? So the next one came with a bag of treats She smelt like sugar and spoke like the sea She told me "Don`t trust them, trust me" Then she pulled at my stitches one by one Looked at my insides clicking her tongue and said "This will all have to come undone" A triangle try`na squeeze through a circle She tried to plug me so I`d fit |
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| 4. |
| 3:45 |
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| 5. |
| 3:14 |
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| 6. |
| 4:12 |
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| 7. |
| 3:49 |
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| 8. |
| 3:35 |
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| 9. |
| 4:24 |
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| 10. |
| 4:27 |
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| 11. |
| 3:28 |
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| 12. |
| 9:06 |
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| 13. |
| 4:07 |
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