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Dyed Naturally
She was sitting there
Brushing her blonde and black hair
Thinking of the things she has done
Breaking hearts, and having fun
With a smile on her face
She walks into a room and hearts race
They run to her, away from home
They forget the meaning of that precious stone
She would murder, for fun
Any relationship under the sun
Breaking families and leaving pieces, here and there
Walking away flipping her hair
