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I can't see with an angry soul |
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Makes me sick. I can't think straight |
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I fall apart when I think of the world |
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Think of the world I'm in |
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Once in a paper doll world |
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I felt the pain of a summer |
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Porcelain skin that the sun would soon hurt |
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Such were the pains of my wanders |
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Poor little girl with a sunburn |
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Poor little girl with a sunburn |
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Once as the shadows drew near |
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Branches were cracking like fingers |
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My little light got caught in our fears |
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Those were the fears in my dream, dear |
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As for my trembling, white fingers |
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As for these trembling, white fingers |
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I can't see with an angry soul |
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Makes me sick. I can't think straight |
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I fall apart when I think of the world |
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Think of the world I'm in |
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Kill her right now |
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You'll regret it if you wait |
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It's over when it's lost |
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Sell me the secrets of love |
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In a pint of blood |
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I can't see with an angry soul |
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(I can't see with an angry soul) |
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I can't see when you're angry |
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I can't see when you're angry |
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I can't see when you're angry |
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I can't |
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He killed now |
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We can still remain so wonderful |
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We could be Rapsey in talking form from now on |
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Don't hold on |
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Just give me something to swallow |
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It's best to dance while it burns |
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If it must burn |
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If it must burn |
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I could be anything wonderful |