In the little fires you started in my soul It began to take a toll What I thought was warming this home Only smoked the lungs within And while the seasons began to change, You tarnished this porcelain doll with sin.
In the little fires you started in my soul It began to take a toll What I thought was warming this home Only smoked the lungs within And while the seasons began to change, You tarnished this porcelain doll with sin.
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