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02-02-2006, 02:47 PM
Words hang like smoke in the air as I run my hand through the image of yesterday
Devil is a girl with raven hair, whisperin' in my ear, tellin' me what to say
It's time I took my rightful place next to the skeleton in your closet,
Missing from St. Peter's book, a torn out page to be forgotten
/emo
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