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Baby you have a choice,
'Cause you burn my ears with your magic voice.
I'm a paper doll, you can tear me up,
We'll be the broken lovers with the poison cup.
And we'll draw in breaths like we don't have air,
Oh god, look at me, don't you ever care?
That I'm dying in the cupboard underneath the stairs?
Steps stamp on above my head.
Annons
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