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There is Force in My Fruit
24 October

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Who would've thought I'd know the witches?
Spreading their brew like wildfire?
There's no point in telling you what's on his mind
It's not his mind she's on anyway
She is laughing as they say their goodbyes
With a spaced out smile
Dreaming of who she'll sleep beside
Her hands on his heart is making my violent
Come on Preacher Man
Her Pistols are Blazing
And she blames her Daddy
I think...
She knows