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Whiskey on night breathe And blue tears in lashes Ashes to ash on our nose and eyelashes This is the girl who is trying to sing Scream it all out and then let freedom ring When the belt whips And the man stings When she's feeling small When the knife slashed And the man pushed She's feeling small When the noose hangs While her pills fall She is so small She simply remembers to aim; pull the trigger And then she won't feel So sad Girls in black dresses with black satin veils Silver white lies roll from pastors tales Brown wooden coffin- bound up in strings Soon she will be free and learn how to sing Teardrops on roses, and nose and eyelashes Teardrops on roses, and eyelashes Teardrops on roses
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
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Whiskey on night breathe And blue tears in lashes Ashes to ash on our nose and eyelashes This is the girl who is trying to sing Scream it all out and then let freedom ring When the belt whips And the man stings When she's feeling small When the knife slashed And the man pushed She's feeling small When the noose hangs While her pills fall She is so small She simply remembers to aim; pull the trigger And then she won't feel So sad Girls in black dresses with black satin veils Silver white lies roll from pastors tales Brown wooden coffin- bound up in strings Soon she will be free and learn how to sing Teardrops on roses, and nose and eyelashes Teardrops on roses, and eyelashes Teardrops on roses
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
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