Cut, Burn, Bury (By Cat Matchuk)
Cut, cut, cut
the young girl’s hair falls to the floor.
You ask yourself, who will I be now?
I want to drink whiskey straight from the bottle
and wear leather
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Cut, Burn, Bury (By Cat Matchuk)
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