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Feb 2013
Does she know that each letter pressed on the keyboard
Adds more weight to her chains?
He sees it all, he sees it all
She thinks it will stay hidden
I see it all, I see it all
She knows that it's forbidden
Go ahead
I could care less
But when the flowers are dead
Don't ask for help with that mess
Robyn
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Robyn  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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