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Death Cab For Cutie Death Of An Interior Decorator

you were the mother of three girls so sweet who stormed through your turnstile and climbed to the street but after conception your body lay cold and

you were the mother of three girls so sweet who stormed through your turnstile and climbed to the street but after conception your body lay cold and withered

you were the mother of three girls so sweet who stormed through your turnstile and climbed to the street but after conception your body lay cold and withered

You were the mother, of three girls so sweet That storm through your turnstile, and climbed to the street But after conception, your body lay cold Withered