Tina's eyes are clear chrysolite
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How can we not notice her
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Now they only stare at her burns
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Her small voice so full of honesty
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Take care of my loves
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I can't hold on
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Keep me alive while I die
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They can't not notice her sickness
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Like their own dung sprayed with perfume
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They try not to hear her speaking
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But they can't hear anything else
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Take care of my loves
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I can't hold on
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Keep me alive while I die
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I missed my chance
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Send one more
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I'm not wasting this
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I missed my chance
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Send one more chance
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I'm not wasting this one more chance
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Tina
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| Flyleaf |
