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She was such a pretty suicide |
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Oh, what a beautiful mess |
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She was such a pretty suicide |
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Right now she looks her best |
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Over fifty story fall to stardom |
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Found her fame top of a car |
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Fifty stories, she could have told |
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How life pushed her a little too far |
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And she was such a pretty suicide |
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Oh, what a beautiful mess |
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She was such a pretty suicide |
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Snap a photo so you don't forget it |
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Now I often stop and wonder |
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How on earth she could have done it |
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Twisted up yet all fixed up |
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And how I wish I could have held her |
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And life can be so cruel |
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To such a pretty girl |
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She's made it all so clear |
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Out the window with all her fear |
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Ya know, she was such a pretty suicide |
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Oh, what a beautiful mess now |
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She was such a pretty suicide |
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Oh, what a beautiful mess now |
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She was such a pretty suicide |
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Oh, what a pretty suicide |
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She was such a pretty suicide |
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Oh, what a pretty suicide |
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Oh, what a pretty suicide |
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Oh, what a pretty suicide |
