Pretty little stupid girl
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Pretty little cupid face
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Crowded like her mother's pearls
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Lonely like her grandma's lace
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This feels like another world
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And she's just another day
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This feels like another world
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No reason for the music played
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Told me she was clean today
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Do the math?
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I know how she likes to play
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Sylvia Plath
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Love is over romanticized
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It's the red stuff in your eyes
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It's every tear she cries
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It is suicide
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And no one would ever know
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How inside she could of shined
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As much she may try to glow
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There is darkness in her spine
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Told me she was clean today
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Do the math?
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I know how she likes to play
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Sylvia Plath
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Love is over romanticized
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It's the red stuff in your eyes
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It's every tear she cries
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It is suicide
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Love is suicide
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Love is suicide
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Love Is Suicide
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Katy Rose |