| Lauraline is doing well
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| She shed her old prickled skin
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| She’s doing fine, I can tell
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| She sings us songs of sweet revenge
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| Soaring high above the roof
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| Tributes them to passing friends
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| Lauraline is doing well
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| Ever lingering
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| Took some time to break her shell
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| She lost her future heart again
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| She’s doing fine, I can tell
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| She gives us gifts of regretful sin
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| Took a chance and fucked herself
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| It felt good to take a chance
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| Lauraline is doing well
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| Ever lingering
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| You can lean, lean on the ghost
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| You can lean, lean on the ghost
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| You can lean, lean on the ghost
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| You can lean, lean on the ghost
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| You can lean, you can lean
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| Put your heavy hands on her new skin
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| And she will take it
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| Stand still and let you lean in
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| You can lean, lean on the ghost
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| You can lean |