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[riddleoftherose]

 Speaking of the devil's child
I remember when your eyes were wild
and your hair was wet,
and you leaned so close against me
smelling of stale cigarettes.

My time's another loan you can't repay
The love that you just gave away
won't seem to find it's way
back to the steps of your tract house.
(unless I've had to much to drink
in that case you must not ever

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