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Oct 2013
A match was lit
Just to make it hot in here
But the curtains caught
And burst into flames
And the carpet
What a shame
Poured bucket after bucket
But you loved it, you loved it
Kept blowing on it, on it
Now the bed is on fire
And my head is on fire
And you're a ******* liar
And I'm so so tired
What a shame,
This flickering flame
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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