Joan of Arc - White Out Lyrics

How we work
Longday afternoons mourning.
There's fruitflies on
The toothbrush and teeth
In the sink. pick and chews

Time to come
Clean. I'm eating it up.
Time to come to.
And her virgin birth perfect

In the room the women
Come and go talking
Of Leonardo Dicaprio

How many ways is there to count to known if
someones dead
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