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Lyrics
Her Burnin' Home
A smell like burning feathers
A whiff of beating wings
Decaying beauty always wears a smile
A wordless opened pecker
A song that no-one sings
She said, “I’m tired, I lay me down for a while.”
She don’t cares, cause she don’t need to
Her burnin' home
My little friends washed their dirty hands in her blood
Anyone can see, anyone but her can see, the whole degree of this tragedy
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