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She was Naked
She
looked like instant pudding, it
was the cream of the commercial increase
She tore her wardrobe wondering, what
what kind of freedom was this sudden release.
- she was naked
We dream of pin-up purchase
reveal philosophies like instant pudding
We need her on the blue screen, she
she gives us soul to keep our minds clean, aha...
- we are naked
Dona nobis pacem
from beginning to the end
Dona nobis pacem
Dona nobis pacem
From beginning to the end
Dona nobis pacem


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