Hey, if he likes his hair like that who are we to judge?

Hey, if he likes his hair like that who are we to judge?
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No more dreaming of the dead as the death itself was undone
No more crawling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so long
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so long
Dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world.
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