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She likes to sleep her nights with the window open wide |
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Just in case her Dark Prince would come by the silvery light |
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She lives with her two cats a "please no ads" sign on her door |
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Memories in her photo books some of them still a bit sore |
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Christina Death |
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Smokes cigarettes in her bed |
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Christina Death |
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Paints her lips every night blood red |
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She hates Christmas nights more than dressing up in white |
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The lightning's something she adores like Frankenstein's Bride |
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She's obsessed with the Hollywood Book of Dead church yards give her more |
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No room for the living in her heart cold as 1334 |
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Christina Death |
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Smokes cigarettes in her bed |
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Christina Death |
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Paints her lips every night blood red |
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Christina Death |
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Drinks Absinth after giving head |
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Christina Death |
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I know you before we ever met |
