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The Devil Takes Care Of His Daughters

Track two, Thank U Next,

soundtrack to my damnation.

Riverboat to hell.

Red rivers, rise up,

magnificent obsession.

Satan smiles for me.

Reaches out his hand,

homecoming Queen, my crystal crown,

made of tears gone by.

There is a painting,

high in the hallway, my face,

burning but smiling.

Say you’ll remember,

the way I burned, just for you.

Say it meant something.

Say I meant something.

I did hellish things for you,

probably still will.

I can’t help myself,

don’t let me go to waste, love.

I’m burning. Don’t watch.

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