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She Eyes Me like A Pisces
When I am Weak
I've Been Locked Inside Your
Heart-Shaped Box
For Weeks
I've Been Drawn Into Your
Magnet Tar-Pit Trap
I Wish I Could Eat Your
Cancer When You Turn
Black
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