I washed myself
With pains that were not mine
I washed myself
With pain she'd made soap
My name is June
And I'm doing fine
But people call me March
I want to make
The same noise as a running horse
I want to hear the same noise as a landing plane
My name is June
And I'm doing fine
But people call me March
I'm feeling down
Own a store
I gave you a book
you burned it down
and reading lights
I could save
I try to look at what would be my grave
I'm feeling down
Own a store
I gave you a book
You burned it down
And reading lights
I could save
I try to look at what would be my grave
I'm feeling down
With pains that were not mine
I washed myself
With pain she'd made soap
And I'm doing fine
But people call me March
The same noise as a running horse
I want to hear the same noise as a landing plane
And I'm doing fine
But people call me March
Own a store
I gave you a book
you burned it down
and reading lights
I could save
I try to look at what would be my grave
I'm feeling down
Own a store
I gave you a book
You burned it down
And reading lights
I could save
I try to look at what would be my grave
I'm feeling down
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It's "With a shit-made soap".