| God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
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| God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
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| God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
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| God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
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| And if god damns
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| Then god damn
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| God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
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| God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
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| You show me why love is critical
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| You show me why love is critical
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| And if god damns
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| Then god damn
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| And if god plans
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| Then god planned me
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| God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
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| You show me why love is critical
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| You show me my love is pitiful
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| God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
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| And if god damns
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| Then god damn
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| And if god damns
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| Then god damn me
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| God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
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| So why do I feel so unusual?
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| Monsters are so impersonal
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| God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
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| And if God’s hands
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| Are man’s hands
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| Then God damn
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| And God damn me |