Lyrics:
its connate Sara put your makeup on Its not too late, to run away, I'm sure I thought you had it all planned out In your journal at your dads house I
so trite Kindred in mind connate to the core Granded and blessed by his light So he must be the one to show me How to live and never die Oh my dear,
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