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Jan 2016
I gotta clean up all my sins
I gotta clean up all my sins from yesterday.
Scrubbing the bloodstains out of my best dress
Wringing the tears out-- Oh, God, look at this mess!
I gotta clean up all my sins
I gotta clean up all my sins for Sunday, dear.
Phoebe
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