There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell and I was thinking to myself,
This could be H e a v e n or this could be H e l l Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I h e a r d them say...
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Sometimes I think I was born backwards, you know, come out my mum the wrong way. I hear words come pass me backwards. The people I should love, i hate. And the people I hate...
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