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"Cherry lips, stolen carress
I can show you incredible things
Stolen kisses, pretty lies
The power of pain on your lips
stolen in the night with nothing more than a kiss
Screaming, crying, perfect storm
I can make all the nightmares true
sweet agony in your eyes
Rose gardens filled with thorns
Keep you second guessing"
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