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Perfect skin, perfect smile, perfect brown hair.
But those dark sunglasses she'd always wear!
Through day, through night - left the lads confused.....
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Was handcuffed, wound up in chains..Behind cold metal..oozing blood instead of tears, Tried breaking out...screaming.. all in vain,consumed by loneli..
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Faking smiles...hiding tears..
Hurting more than any knifes pierce..
Busy holding my breath,trying not to frown,
I look at the mirror, see my face..
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