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D A G
D A G
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
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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
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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
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Dshe was only onGly onlAy fifteen
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Dshe was only onGly onlAy fifteen
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