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even angels have there wicked sides,but you'll allways be my hero,even through all the times you just stod there and watched me burn.
And who to blame, you to blame, me to blame,For the pain and it poured everytime it rained,Id rather argue with you than to be with someone else,so now I sing in my solitude as I call freedom,I love to take better care of myself
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