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I am not sure that you’re my screen door, honey Keeping the bugs out humbly Looking leaner and latticed Maintain a temperate status in the sunlight, dumpling I am not sure that you’re my superstition Eyelash with one whole wish in It was a light on your cheekbone I couldn’t tell what I asked for even if you were listening still Protector Protector I am not sure that you’re my nightly news Reporting local untruths You had one hell of a headline With no detailing the body but you kept me glued Protector Protector From Letras Mania