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"and the boy said, 'what you wanna see?' so the girl said, 'i wanna see pretty people doin' ugly things i wanna see pretty people doin' ugly things... you see i've seen enough of true love, and all the pain it brings and now i wanna see pretty people doin' ugly things!"
"fill my inner being a girl with flesh as white as cream and hair as black and eyes as blue as the bruises left when love is through . . ."
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