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A.S.H.L.E.E (As She Holds, Little Escapes Escapes)

Running blind
She's a runaway bride
Today she's not mine
Yeasterday's ignored signs
she never listens to herself
Her heart, No one can find

Her blound hair flutters in the wind
like blue eyed butterflies
Oh but each night she sins

and each other night she crys
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