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Oh no, don't look at me/
broken chamisole/
no longer prim and proper/
try to shout this out of me/
chafing broomhandles/
beating up welted boots/
see these whipping marks/
see them burn my skin/
picking off scaborous sins/
erase these dead pine dreams/
buried purgatory/
try to shout this out loud.
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Sab Kuch Tick Tock Hai
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