| Please, what happened to the flame?
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| (It burned down the sides)
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| With a fondness for cooking history
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| Revealing thoughts of Ms. Terri
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| In the heat of the night
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| A woman wealthy of a parous plight erased a harlot’s life
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| (With the moon at her back, unaware of what could be)
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| Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust, they tear at her skin
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| (Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
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| Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret
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| (Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
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| Free, pardoned by the flame
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| (That burned down the sides)
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| Her feet began to bleed between the seams
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| But she persisted to the streets
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| In the heat of the night
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| The river rendered the chance she surely needs to stay alive
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| Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust they tear at her skin
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| (Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
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| Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret
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| (Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
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| Oh, but her breath escapes her
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| Oh, but the pulse remains
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| Oh, but her breath escapes her
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| Oh, but her pulse remains
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| Places, People, the stage is set
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| Places, People, the stage is set
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| Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust they tear at her skin
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| (Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
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| Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret
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| (Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
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| Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust they tear at her skin
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| (Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
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| Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret
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| (Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended) |