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Striding through life Yet tainted by sin I collect the broken and give hope again. Give me your heartbreak Your personal cross My shoulders are broad, yet surprisingly soft. I'll give you me A healer by nature You're not a slave for life to indenture. Past filled with strife I painted my skin Now let down your guard so I can get in.
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Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
Healer
Striding through life Yet tainted by sin I collect the broken and give hope again. Give me your heartbreak Your personal cross My shoulders are broad, yet surprisingly soft. I'll give you me A healer by nature You're not a slave for life to indenture. Past filled with strife I painted my skin Now let down your guard so I can get in.
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Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
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