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you're in all of my
secret magic memories
I want your slow disease

you're in all of my
pretty little fantasies
I'm so easy to please

I lock all of my doors
and windows when I leave
I give you all my keys

you're always in my
pretty little fantasies
down on both your knees

please

i wanna be your whore
i wanna be your whore

all the little kids playing hot trash
all the little kids looking for candy
all the little kids with anemia
all the little kids eating apple sauce
all the little kids dressed in vomit
all the little kids chasing hearts and stars
all the little kids laughing murder doll
all the little kids turning thirteen
all the little kids got a magic soul

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