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Feb 2015
I can see right through you Baby
Your cold heart is a symbol of  who
you really are
Your true colors are the remains
of the stains of painting Rainbows in the dark.
I can see right through your lying eyes
They can't hide the truth
Mama's little Angel fallen from the sky
and she's on the loose (Look Out)
So Beautiful, she looks so sweet
You just want a taste of her tempting fruit
Jason Schnepper
Written by
Jason Schnepper  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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     Talula, --- and ---
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