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(R.J. Johnson/
Guiney/
Meyers)A makeshift mirror frames the tortured space
She's got porcelain violet angels hanging around her waistand she's caught up in the middle of everything
The steam pours off the cost as she steals the nightit's the worthwhile gleam of the innocence mission that lights the skyas she's caught up in the middle of everything.. So we'll bring it to fruition for the never believersshe's picking up just one piece of the problem at a timeand wearing violet wings when she really needs them...
It's easier when the porcelain,lays on the wings of the decadent angels and saves your skinshe's caught up in the middle of everythingand wears violet wings when she really needs themif its cold and damp, you don't need to care...it's always been the end, that she's leaving thereits in the middle of everything..
So we'll bring it to fruition for the never believersshe's picking up just one piece of the problem at a timeand wearing violet wings hen she really needs themshe's got the violet wings and.. I really need them.
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