| A rose, you never used your thorns
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| The ones you loved abandoned you
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| Your angel face made hearts so warm
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| You helped the sick but who helped you?
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| Then rushing through the Paris night
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| They hounded you, you lost control
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| We prayed that you would be alright
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| The news came through — Your body cold…
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| Good night, my sweet princess…
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| Sleep tight, my sweet princess…
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| The Queen of Hearts, you used your power
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| To comfort those in their darkest hour
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| You hugged a man with full-blown aids
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| To show the world you can’t catch it that way
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| It only spread via blood, by sharing needles that are infected
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| Another way is having anal sex with strangers, unprotected
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| Good night, my sweet princess…
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| Sleep tight, my sweet princess…
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| Good night, my sweet princess…
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| Sleep tight, my sweet princess… |