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The Nerve Agents - Princess Jasmine of Tinseltown lyrics
There was no false perspective here She was so very sad and sickened In the name of art she was to be here Dying like all of the others? Nauseated, Jasmine stood her ground While all of the Tinsel people, Soulless and evil, worked the town Tinseltown damned Said she was a princess now in need of conversation She wanted more from those, that never gave jubilation, When rubbed so slightly Now here we go, back below... Into this metropolitan hell hole It is not the talent that let's you live... It is the ugliest of things |
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