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Please don't touch me, sir I know you mean no harm No, you cant hold my hand Or stop this car Please don't love me, sir I know it doesn't look hard But when you take away my clothes You'll see the scars You took the parts of me That weren't all that pretty And you turned them into a damaged city You tore away my flesh piece by piece And I walked home alone In a damaged city
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Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
Damaged City
Please don't touch me, sir I know you mean no harm No, you cant hold my hand Or stop this car Please don't love me, sir I know it doesn't look hard But when you take away my clothes You'll see the scars You took the parts of me That weren't all that pretty And you turned them into a damaged city You tore away my flesh piece by piece And I walked home alone In a damaged city
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Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
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