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“Blood still stains when the sheets are washed Sex don't sleep when the lights are off Kids are still depressed when you dress them up And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup He's still dead when you're done with the bottle Of course it's a corpse that you keep in the cradle Kids are still depressed when you dress them up Syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup”

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Melanie Martinez
Melanie Martinez

Melanie Martinez, born on April 28, 1995, is an American singer known for her unique musical style and distinctive voice. She has gained prominence in the music industry with her distinctive sound and musical talent. more

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