De suckar och undrar när ska människan lära sig att den som brändes kommer brännas igen.


I don't wanna know what it's like to spend the holidays on my own.


Obviously something's gotta be done, or else I'll end up like one big bleeding heart, and that's not good at all.


She don't sleep at night, afraid to turn out the light.


In the night, the stormy night, away she flied.




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