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Nicotine-stained fingertips Curl around a pen A mouthful of hazy breath Calling it my friend Cross my heart and hope to die I'll just stay in bed What a lively suicide Better than they said Putrid stench I can't wash off Follows me around King of sorrow, Queen Aloof Finally I'm crowned
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
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Nicotine-stained fingertips Curl around a pen A mouthful of hazy breath Calling it my friend Cross my heart and hope to die I'll just stay in bed What a lively suicide Better than they said Putrid stench I can't wash off Follows me around King of sorrow, Queen Aloof Finally I'm crowned
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Apr 27, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
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