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Like Water for Chocolate well I went to the church Sunday morning but my feet wouldn't walk through the door and my life is too torn I don't wanna be reborn Don't wanna know what life is about anymore and I tokd them that I didn't believe it if it's love it or leave it then I'll leave it when the pastor said hun you don't know what you've done I said I didn't wanna be god's newest whore. | ||||||||||||||||
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Here I Lay In the absence of night I was given the light and the will. To go on my own a destination unknown I go still. The truths I have learned I could never have earned and the pain. Knowing what's right standing to fight for the slain. Left alone to my dark a cold pillar stark here I lay. | Literary Indecency | ||||||||||||||||
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Here I stand Perhaps the ellusion consequents the dillusion but I blame the fusion of a woman and a man. After all its what's in thee, not who can pin me for what would the sin be, if you can't, who can? I know you're just trouble, I'll crawl in my bubble, the scratch of a your stubble, the heat of your hand. In turn you will mock me, he's short and he's stocky but I have his lock key, and by him here I stand. | ||||||||||||||||
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