Tendon Levey
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I heard it all from the walls of your timpani so fair
I lick the walls for the froth of another kind of nail
You′re not a whore
You're a heart with a worm inside
Sometimes I′ll call you baby
You're not a whore
You're a heart with a worm inside
Sometimes these walls bleed (baby)