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Black Bird Orange Beak

Rain pouring, pouring Harsh words I'm locked out. Dizzy, cold Sad, alone You held me all night Didn't let go Rain, I don't mind Incense clothes You held me all night The Devil's calling on my phone (he won't stop) I gotta go...

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Published: Apr 19, 2011
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