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Where is my dinner where
My husband gave me a field of flowers
There's a pink floid in my glass
Guitar strings , strings of my soul
The fire burns passionately in my heart
My Hollywood undead Danny
Kurt Cobain is always in my heart
Listen to my story for a minute
Johnny Gat is not just a guy, but my idol
My wings are always with me
My head is like an apple today, and it hurts as if under fire
Full afterburner and blood is pounding in my veins