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Drawn into
a pale hallow of light
Vicious loks I can feel them bite In nasty places I'm a cheap girl Ugly faces and dodgy pubs But now my hands are tight
to your hands From hell to heaven you helped
me drop the gun But now my hands are tight
to your hands Helped by a priest, talking
for hours But now my hands are tight
to your hands I promess to make every day
as a new I promess to make every day
as a new
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