and they say she's in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream, been this way since eighteen, but lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
an angel will die, covered in white, closed eyed and hoping for a better life... this time will fade out tonight, straight down the line
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