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Sugar Coma
Bones are so pretty they shine through flesh happiness is empty they'll be nothing left don't want a crown no pressure and the weight goes down it goes down take a bow it's not for you to see I hide under my shadow can't vomit I am empty not even flesh and bones don't want a crown no pressure and the weight goes down it goes down take a bow I feel fine I feel fine I feel fine I feel fine don't want a crown no pressure and the weight goes down it goes down take a bow