A Grand Scene For A Color Film-Norma Jean
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Return to sender,

Carried straight from the womb to the grave

Your eyes have been paled to emptiness

All thing have been carved out by the unceasing haunts of (this) the Great Manipulator

It's the end of the Earth or something like that

Sit down, let's break out the shotguns,

We're going to town.

You've given us user friendly grenades

So just what are you trying to say?

What Are You Trying To Say?

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