Swirling up from the seat of a
chair Now she's electric and burning
bright The evening hours burn out the
sight ~ida...'89
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Emotional outburst and twisting
graces Scary faces inside her head On the coaster, moods will ride A zillion candles burning bright Trapped inside a tent of shame ~ida
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Time has come to another page love can be a game for one My god, my love, my precious dove Anger, anger, not for me ~ida
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