You sound unreal this time, like some awful Baudelaire
I don't believe you this time. I don't believe you.

You look unreal this this time, like the fabulous queens
Out in all the bars. You know what that means.

Now potential kisses fall into the street
Like wasted winter breath— hurts your chest down to your feet.

And this, your shame
Is it so strange?
When I say love
You tremble at the name

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Femmes Damnées song meanings
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