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So tell me baby, pretty baby,
that this house is not a graveyard,
Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home,
Over corpses of her long-lost fathers
and her unborn daughters,
God dammit, I just can't do it alone
No, I can't do it alone.
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Angel's Confessions
[i:b2e643eff7]She lost her wing, crooked she did fly.[/i:b2e643eff7]
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just [b:9c4e07d7ad]take [/b:9c4e07d7ad] a bite[/size:9c4e07d7ad]
let me shake up your world[/size:9c4e07d7ad]
Cause just one night [b:9c4e07d7ad]couldn't be so wrong[/b:9c4e07d7ad][/size:9c4e07d7ad]
i'm guna make you [b:9c4e07d7ad]lose [/b:9c4e07d7ad]control[/size:9c4e07d7ad]
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