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alva, my sleepy girl you're not pretty i wish you were. you're going to die i wish you didn't have to die but i wrote it. you'll lose your baby he'll get beaten but he was a real girl and he felt a real love a real love, flowers growing, lip gloss dripping a real love is what i need, a real love is what i need, a boy like fay who can listen to me sing boy who is sleepy likes to bite my lip id do anything if he asked but anyway, you're going to die and i thought to let you know heaven is white, but you see everything, because you see with your heart too you can see the poppies you can see fay im on a kick again, just ignore me, baby
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Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
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alva, my sleepy girl you're not pretty i wish you were. you're going to die i wish you didn't have to die but i wrote it. you'll lose your baby he'll get beaten but he was a real girl and he felt a real love a real love, flowers growing, lip gloss dripping a real love is what i need, a real love is what i need, a boy like fay who can listen to me sing boy who is sleepy likes to bite my lip id do anything if he asked but anyway, you're going to die and i thought to let you know heaven is white, but you see everything, because you see with your heart too you can see the poppies you can see fay im on a kick again, just ignore me, baby
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Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
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