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† Aspen †: No one ever starts that way But this is how villains are made
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† Aspen †: I'm in love with bloody hearts
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† Aspen †: Show me who I am inside your light
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† Aspen †: ᵀᵘʳⁿ ᵃ ᵗᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵇ¹ᵗᶜʰ ˢᵒᶠᵗ
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† Aspen †: Makin' this body your alter. Drinking it down, holy water. You make a beautiful martyr
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† Aspen †: You’re pissing me off just a little bit You’re making me hot just a little bit If you keep it up I’m not having it
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† Aspen †: Snakes and mice get wrapped up so nice, with spiders legs and pretty bows
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† Aspen †: Obligatory Christmas Post
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† Aspen †: I let you try it, now you wanna buy it
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† Aspen †: I wanna taste the crush, I wanna get you going. I wanna lay you down, I wanna string you out, I wanna make you mine.
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† Aspen †: And the fire won't burn me 'cause my body's too cold
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† Aspen †: Your head hangs too low, let me hold your chin up for good
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† Aspen †: I make that cauldron bubble. Double, double, toil she trouble. Grip the wand 'cause I ain't no muggle.
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† Aspen †: I can be your monster girl
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† Aspen †: Baby you can't have my heart but you can have my body parts
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† Aspen †: I gotta kill you, my love
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† Aspen †: I can promise that I’ll make it hurt
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† Aspen †: ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᴿᵉᵃᵖᵉʳ, ᴵ'ᵐ ᵖᶦᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ. ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ʰᵉʳ- ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ˢʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵇᵃᵇʸ.
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† Aspen †: 'Cause she walks like a saint, floats like an angel Sharp like a knife under the table
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† Aspen †: I love my sins, they’re all I know. We got closer than all of my friends
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† Aspen †: I push you to the darkness just to pull you to the light 'Cause I can take away your breath or I can bring you back to life
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† Aspen †: I'm that bad type, make your mama sad type
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† Aspen †: ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐⁱˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳᵉˢᵗⁱᵐᵃᵗⁱⁿ' ᵐᵉ
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† Aspen †: If the sin is so bad tell me why's it gotta taste so sweet
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† Aspen †: Standing there, killing time. Can't commit to anything but a crime.
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† Aspen †: ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʸᵖᵉˢ, ᵇᵃᵇʸ. ᴵ'ᵐ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈʸ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉʳ ᵍⁱʳˡ
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† Aspen †: I really just like you, I don't like anybody
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† Aspen †: Invasive weeds rooted in my heart set in a crooked trajectory
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† Aspen †: I'm filled with flaws and attitude. So if you need perfect, I'm not built for you
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† Aspen †: There's a part of me that recognizes you. Do you feel it too?