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Somebody's Jealous

cold button noses pressed up to the roses beautiful dreamer so curled up against the sky in your dreams you decided who will live and who shall die but pretty little you could not know where I come and where I go. The tide is high and your end is nigh-come say your prayers little bitty pretty one think so pretty and speak so calm but in the end your nature come I see you as you really are oh twinkle twinkle little star so many truths twisted abuse no more am will i suffer your misuse bitter wives tale meets the pointed nail lullaby music filled with hell broken magic by the hunter's wail here i come ready or not is this the end you had sought probably not funny lover no longer will you have to bother

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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