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Can't wait ‘til I'm grown
When all my words are my own
Stop saying it's red
You should have kept sleeping in
different beds

Apples and
My lament
snakes, blood and bucket on the dissident

You can't even tell the difference
Pink and red, damming and prudence

I'm the one who hurt
Filled my closet up with dirt
Eve was strong you're weak
I've stopped listening when you speak

Apples and
My two hands
Mothers and cupboards and knives that bend

You can't even tell the difference
Pink and red, damming and prudence

you can't even tell the difference

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