It's me in the center
Yeah, I their artista
The ruin of Eve
And I'm the soothsayer
I pull back your hand
As you tear on another
You rip away the fruit
Of a golden delicious
Artista
Never walk away from a gimp soothsayer
Artista
Never turn your back on a gimp soothsayer
From the days to the stars
We drink from their souls
We dip or we stand
We dip or we stand
So I tear up and love her
You pull back my hand
Cobalt the fruit
We're a golden delicious
Artista
Never walk away from a gimp soothsayer
Artista
Never turn your back on a gimp soothsayer
Artista
Never turn your back on a gimp soothsayer
Artista
Never turn your back on a gimp soothsayer
Never turn your back on a gimp soothsayer
Never turn your back on a gimp soothsayer
Never turn your back on a gimp soothsayer
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