Oh sweet child, where did you get your wings from? Walking through the rain drops come so natural.
How do you get that flare? Oh sweet child I thought you had no pain, I thought you lived fearless with no moral shame. Oh sweet child your wings are growing cold, It hurts so much, you being so bold. Oh sweet child, where did your wings come from? Walking through the rain drops come so natural, How do I get that flare?
Everything..
--Everything low. Everything high...
Will beauty and the things you choose to serve seem right?
Not these eyes..but yours. Not these feelings. Not I....
I'm cleansing off this dress o.. more..
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