Sink the Seine Lyrics

D (carried over from Suffer for Fashion)
You're no different from the prints that crease the wires
Or mosquitos that now operate on your brain
Thought that if I sank the Seine I might find you
I might find you
I'm no different from the claw they mic from the stair
Or fake diamonds that are glued to eyes of plastic crows
Thought that where the planters go, you might find me
You might find me
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