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And thus she spoke!:
"Always bet on black, sure as a heart attack"
Then why that bitch always broke?
Just like the songs he wrote

Sleeping in a 2-room flat
With a dead garden out back
Living in a made-up world
Daddy's little heroin girl

She hates her family
But what's the use?
Now she just cuts herself
To pay them back for all the abuse

And she's kind of funny
But In a tragic way
Thinks we're all made of stars
So they really aren't that far away.

Away

Well, If we're really made of stars
Then I'm not so sure
About the idea of all those stars being so pure

Some stars burn so cold that they just don't care
About all your stupid problems
They're completely fucking unaware

Don't mean to bust your bubble
Or shake faith in the god you trust
But if you insist …
Then you're just garbage made of stardust

Dust

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