Watch the scene bend as my white face cut the skies like daggers Face you towards the wall, you can't function but you move a hobbie Reaching to the whore, step around the leash, to find the lobby It seems you've locked the door See an angel and you lose your body. My god, it's an angel. It's an angel. It's an angel We had a date, at least I'm not a porn sleeze Isabelle, Isabelle, can't you hear me I can't tell They're in the room, like in the first job Hold me dear, hold me dear, can't you feel they're touched you're in They'd return to throne, let them serve in battle- Hands devoured! Take them back their homes, let their minds go where- There flights can't take them! Please you've got two birds, so I highly choose- In the basement! Get out light the match, if there's angel shadows on the ceiling- My god, it's an angel! it's an angel! it's an angel! Don't have a room, each one's with a prior Isabelle, Isabelle, we're not talking you're not well Well likes it goes, it's just they can't hang there- Take them in, save them in, can't you see we're on to plan On to plan .......There've been sadder days.... (sadder days).... ummmm... angeeelllls... (what?)... Sadder days... the angels... (meh, friggin' angels)... Starting, to rotting, and knotting pretty angels... They're starting, to rotting, and nodding pretty angels... They're starting, to rotting, and nodding pretty angels... They're starting, to rotting, and nodding pretty angels... Pretty angels... Grab the bitches throat Then she'll see the light To leave the shudder Please shed up the dog, we don't want them chasing- We!? Fat chances Break me off a piece, for there's an angel with- A hand that's open. Like not angel to eat, said the lady to- The ground, he then ate him Some christ pie... It's the angelll! It's your angellll! your angeelll How did they get cloned we've seen all your plant seeds Isabell, Isabell, you're not with me when I plant What about that pie, such is all that I know It's a shame, it's a shame, it's just you're not on to the plan... on to the plan... Some peoples eyes are too itsy bitsy I'm so sorry French braids will crack a window and the wind might say The birds are callin' for you please don't follow
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