Notes
"I’m shaking with bruises, I can barely stand my shape, not when every inch, it hesitates and it breaks, and it breaks, and it breaks, and it breaks. And the winter's coming close, and my body is growing cold, and I’m trembling in fright, oh my. 'Cause I am a sinner with a crooked smile and you took to the rhythm of a no good liar."
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