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For those of u who complain Mirror mirror all broken in pieces
What have I done 2 deserve Let me see the image of u And all its glory preserved All I do is complain So the gifts I receive are moot All I have is this lonely sunshine And my 1987 Prince boots I can’t see the light That is right out in front Cause my pain will not subside If u clean me I’ll luv u My sins washed away with the purple tide | |
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