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mouldings - Flowers From The Man Who Shot Your Cousin
She's got a moulding
Of her left hand
And she holds it to her chest
Trying to feel
The pulsations
Trying to quiet the unrest
That's taking place
It's taking place
Behind the armour of
Her smiling face
She wants a moulding
Of her features
Of her face and of her feet
Sometimes she says
She wants a double
Made of stone or of concrete
To take her place
To take her place
Then she could disappear
Without a trace
To take her place
To take her place
Then she could disappear
Without a trace
