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| She eyes me like a piscies when I am weak I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for a week I was drawn into your magnet tar pit trap I wish I could your cancer when you turn black Hey Wait I've got a new complaint Forever in bebt to your priceless advice Hate Haight I've got a new complaint Hey Wait I've got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet Cut myself on angel's hair and baby's breath Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back |
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