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Standing upon your door Enter Here for the tour You are my guide Hotter than the sun Moans, groans, and screaming Dark empty eyes of what once was On borrowed time Escort me to the exit I am not yours to keep Let go of my hand You are no longer my guide
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
The Fallen Angel
Standing upon your door Enter Here for the tour You are my guide Hotter than the sun Moans, groans, and screaming Dark empty eyes of what once was On borrowed time Escort me to the exit I am not yours to keep Let go of my hand You are no longer my guide
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
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