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Dtwenty-five the season of dark Gthree sheets to the wind like a clothes line roApe Ahe's a spider on the wDeb Dshe was a tiny woman he could sense Gher developing body was just the begiAnning Ashe said is anybody out thDere Gshe was bruised like a cheDrry Aripe as a peGach Ghow could he hDave known Athat she was only fifteen
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Dshe came to him like a tick on the noose Glittle blue eyed soul always black and bAlue D Dit's a new eyed moon for the likes of me Gour skin is like grass let's smoke it real fAast is anybody oDut there he wasG deep like a gDraveyard wiAde like Gtv Gand how could he have knDown Athat she'd be down for almost anything D Dshe was only onGly only fiAfteen
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Dmy oh my you pretty thing Git's about that time for us to leavAe Adoes your daddy have a Dshot gun
Ghe was deep like a Dgraveyard Ashe was ripe as a Gpeach Gand how could he haDve known Athat she was only fifteen D Dshe was only onGly onlAy fifteen D A G Dshe was only onGly onlAy fifteen OUTRO D A G D A G D