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I don't know your name from my window |
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Do you lust for fame or forgiveness? |
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Well I'll give you everything you want |
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Well I'll give you everything you need |
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You won't be perfect so best to freeze you in this state go on home you shouldn't be walking around on this day |
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Now you've stuffed your throat |
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You've walked on your burial ground |
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Oh you'll draw the crowd |
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With honey porcelain skin and crystal baby blues |
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Your picture in my pocket I'm obsessed with you |
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Oh sweety there's no sense in crying when you're above them all |
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Barricade the door you can hold my hand for comfort when you fall |
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You wear your skin so fresh |
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Your smell intoxicates |
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Little starlet |
