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Wheelchair, take him In sad eyes, compromise the truth You’re gonna die, w
cat’s seven horses In dough, we’re all corpses Fiend, drive through me Insert me Where I can sway through you.
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, we’re ignorant We try to learn and in the end We’re all appealing thee (ignore it) Lie to me Sil
with the cuts and the bruises In your arm, in business-bra Fiend, drive me ohh Insert m