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Tina's eyes are clear chrysolite |
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How can we not notice her |
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Now they only stare at her burns |
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Her small voice so full of honesty |
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Take care of my loves |
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I can't hold on |
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Keep me alive while I die |
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They can't not notice her sickness |
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Like their own dung sprayed with perfume |
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They try not to hear her speaking |
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But they can't hear anything else |
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Take care of my loves |
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I can't hold on |
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Keep me alive while I die |
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I missed my chance |
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Send one more |
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I'm not wasting this |
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I missed my chance |
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Send one more chance |
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I'm not wasting this one more chance |
