She'll pull out your feathers for her brand new hat and when she's done that she'll feed you to her cat. People you love will turn their backs on you. You'll lose your hair, your teeth. Your knife will fall of its sheath, but you still don't like to leave until the end of the movie. If I threw my guitar out the window, so far down, would I start to regret it? Or would I smile and watch it slowly fall?
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