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She's blonde and happy and amazing all the time but her seeking comfort once turned into a crime.  You see, when she walked into the school and couldn't hide her tears, she didn't do it for attention.
So I heard you’re claustrophobic That you turned yourself into Peter Pan’s worst nightmare sentient shadow no one can find That must be pinned and confined
Burning I shouldn’t be burning. I’m water, wild and free. Fire can’t even touch me Without sizzling and dying. So why am I burning? DAMNIT! Baby, stay with me! Nonono! NO! Stay awake!
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