Karaoké She's A Little Fucked Up Esme Rose

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I got ink in my bloodstream

Dirt on my halo

How long I gotta bleed before I learn how to pray though

Got ghosts in my pocket and scars in my smile

I don't do perfect

I do fuckin' alive

Yeah she's a little fucked up but that's the magic

Fire in her ribs

Heart made of static

Yeah she's a little fucked up and that's divine

She's not polished

She's alive

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I don't do filters

I do truth

I don't beg for booms

I kick the roofs

Got lipstick prayers and whiskey tears

I made peace with pain the last couple years

Yeah she's a little fucked up but that's the magic

Fire in her ribs

Heart made of static

Yeah she's a little fucked up and that's divine

She's not polished

She's alive

She's blood and bone and broken spells

She crawled from hell with stories to tell, she's

Real sin in a fake world, no clean edges

Just a sharp-tongued girl

Yeah she's a little fucked up

Wooh

But that's the magic

Fire in her ribs

Heart made of static

Yeah she's a little fucked up and that's divine

She's not polished

She's fuckin' alive

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