nine of swords - the great mute coiffeur mistress | Текст песни

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• nine of swords
• the great mute coiffeur mistress

when i'm through with you, your pride will be nothing but scraps on the floor to be swept away
i'd rather swallow knives than be you for a day

i may not have your doe-eyed looks

but i rest easy at night
knowing that i'll never be anybody's fucking whore

you are just an ornament
he said he loves you, thats not what he meant.

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