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They used you to clean up tears after a thrice show. |
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Fucking belt buckles everywhere. |
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Never digesting anything is a hell of a diet plan. |
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Here come the suit-bitches. |
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I watched them hollow out horses... Run. |
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They gored me once with a diverse portfolio. |
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Put a dollar in the box. |
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It's across for show and down to go. |
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I'm going to throw gristle at my guts. |
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It's like the sink of finding a lump. |
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I've got your black plague right here. |
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How long before the pain-junkies storm the gates? |
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God. It danced on us like black lung before our hearts gave out. |
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Put a dollar in the box. |
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It grew on us. It grew up like a sister. |
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While every time, celebrating your neck. |
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It's across for show and down to go. |
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Pray its malignant. Prey its malignant |
