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Clean my angel wings, I told the devil that I got his back
Forty of my wrist I don't talk about scars, but still we countin racks
Now I'm shoveling nails inside my eyes to reassure I feel pain
I look inside the devil's eyes, and I can't see a damn thing
Clean my angel wings, I told the devil that I got his back
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