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Breeders The When I Was A Painter

Twenty hours later I fill the room With bad sex and bad tea Go, go, go Go, go, go When I was a painter, I painted you well Too bad I have to die You

corduroy I've been Heard stories of velveteen Twenty hours later I fill the room With bad sex and bad TV Go, go, go [2x] When I was a painter I painted