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The Rose of Los Angeles |
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Now wrapped within her wires |
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The Rose of Los Angeles |
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Now breathing through her mask |
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The reasons long aborted |
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Inside her clouded glass |
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Her fingers soft but distorted |
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Now reaching for the past |
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now gone gone gone gone gone |
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gone gone gone gone gone |
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gone gone gone gone gone |
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gone gone gone gone gone |
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My children they are a treason |
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Take them from my fold |
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They hover now like 3 surgeons |
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To remove my slipping hold |
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now gone gone gone gone gone |
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gone gone gone gone gone |
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gone gone gone gone gone |
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gone gone gone gone gone |
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So may you marry early |
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And may your lover die |
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Then may you find some other |
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And may she murder you |
