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weak her bones, cold her breath, prayin' fearfull in the moments of death
Anne-Claire, that is no love you got to share, Anne-Claire, going into a sad lag of flair!
Easy meet placed in an ugly game,lights a candle for the endless shame, your love is her pain, growing to hate, R.I.P. for rape shes no longer yours. Anne-Claire, that is no love you got to share, Anne-ClaireDoes she turn you on, diggin' in her wounds it's done. Go down on your knees and pray for all your sins, be ready to join your last lesson, be ready to join your last kiss. Anne-Claire, that is no love you got to share, Anne-Claire going into a sad lag of flair. Does she turn you on, diggin' in her wounds it's done. Good bye, good bye....my poor boy, bad boy bad boy...no more toys.................................
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