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She’s in a cage, she’s in a bondage
Isn’t it pure wickedness how you want her and you want me?
This is my story...
Now you gotta sing me a song.
Jesus is our watchword
On a horse with wings,
You appeared full of promises
To take me to a place
Where there are no feelings.
Everybody has enemies.
I could tell it was going to be a long dinner the moment Amanda showed her face.
How could one week feel less than a day?
The conflict of what I wanted versus what others wanted, who I was and what mattered more made it seemed my life was in an ocean of endless torture.
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