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My little trouble is always in control |
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A head full of poppies and tangles grow |
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A wicked little angle, a compass and a smile |
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Nailed my shadow to the wall |
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It was my funeral, your trial |
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A castaway girl |
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In a pirated world |
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A scar and a curse from her mouth to her wrist |
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I fell for a castaway kiss |
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My little trouble is always in control |
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Eyes of tiny diamons, prisoners of coal |
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Call me a heathen with strings that stop and start |
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Puts a crack in my perceptions |
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Pulls a sober world apart |
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A castaway pearl |
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In a pirated world |
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A scar and a curse from her mouth to her wrist |
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I fell for a castaway kiss |
