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she might be a sinner,
she might be a saint.
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in the chaotic rubble,
she still remembered who she was.
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she was homesick for someone
she had not yet met.
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and the hardest part of living is just
taking breaths to stay.
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and I know I'm good for something
I just haven't found it yet.
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she smelled like white roses
and felt as fragile and
satiny as her dress.
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she's a saint
with the lips of a sinner.
she's an angel
with a devilish kiss.

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