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It's a lonely night, a cold, cold world
The sun it used to shine here But the light was artificial, her straight locks had been curled Those lies were duly noted And her trust was gone for good But what is one girl's bleeding heart Compared to all her other parts? Broken on the inside Inside and the out The front along the backside The middle (without a doubt) If only she could change The damage with repairs The scars with tiny stitches Lost parts with newer wares Too bad - no room for fixing Mangled flesh begins to rot The switches have been mixing (Such a shame) Or is it not?
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