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All the little girls are boys for girls with no boys to throw up for |
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Slave translator, |
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Tell me what it means |
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Dante had two |
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Prussians in her brush |
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Quite a rush |
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All the nimble boys are girls for boys with no girls to cum into |
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Slave translator |
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Soften my rage |
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All the boys she loves are always under age |
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Can't cut away from it |
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Self paralysis |
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Satanic ornaments that crumble our faith |
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Rebirth suicide |
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Rebirth suicide |
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It's so perpetual |
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Not that I care |
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They bring their plates like it's automatic |
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It's so pathetic |
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You apologize for him |
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You won't face the portrait |
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Honestly, you rotted when it mattered |
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Not that I care |
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I was only stabbing your heart because |
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I was trying to get your attention |
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Change your direction |
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Can't tolerate this new vision |
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Paranoia like it's talking to your mother |
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All of the hatred |
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All of the vomit |
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It's recurrent |
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Not that I care |
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All the nimble girls are boys for girls with no boys to throw up for |
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Slave translator, |
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I hate to ask |
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Is the wind in that door still? |
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All the nimble boys are girls for boys with no girls to cum into |
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Slave translator, |
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I want you to hurt |
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I'm cutting myself, and |
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I feel like dirt! |
