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was born She should have worn a crown of thorns She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son She

my Lord deliver Daniel? Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel? Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel? And why not every man? The moon runs down in a purple stream And

of time I said baby, baby, baby You're out of time Yes you are left out Out of there without a doubt Baby, baby, baby You're out of time You thought you were a

I see you standin' there You think you're so cool Why don't you just Fuck off Ya get nothin' for nothin' If that's what ya do Turn around bitch I got a

Say you stand by your man Tell me something I don't understand You said you love me and that's a fact Then you left me, said you felt trapped Well

a queue Try nothing hard There's nothing else you can do And when you're wet You're getting dryer You used to speak the truth But now you're a liar

look the same There's not a line that goes here that rhymes with anything I has a dream last night, but I forget what it was I had a dream last night

me? I'm not who I want to be I tried spot cream an' I tried it all I'm crawling up the wall! What's my name naaaame...naaaame....naaaame.... I tried to join a