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Broken dreams of flyin birds |
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Dirty hands on skinny arms |
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just hanging down her shoulders |
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like a deadly young old tree |
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and a bit of blood rollin', gently down her nose |
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on the floor the princess, strikes the pose |
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say goodbye to angel dust |
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the only angel that you trust |
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dirty fingers on her hands |
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doin' stuff that she can't stand |
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opening doors don't want to see |
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and closin one she wanna be |
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broken wings by the real world |
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princess diving on her own, |
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on the floor the princess, strikes the pose |
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say goodbye to angel dust |
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the only angel that you trust |
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the floor is cold |
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her blood too hot |
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the pain could go |
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just with one shot |
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sleep little princess |
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one last caress |
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one last pearl of blood |
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rollin on your world |
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so slow |
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she almost touches |
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the rainbow |
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sometimes I do wonder |
