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Flosi's VictoryWise and wistful Njal perched pleasantly in the heart of Iceland / Vengeance victory and voluptuous vial veined through Flosi Njal as innocent as an infant / His demeanor held neither mediocrity nor morals but rather an emotion enthralled ego

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BostonDye my hair black and drench my lips in venom red. / Snag a ticket at the bus station in town and watch the country fade away in a blur / Slither off the bus with clasped fingers around one suitcase with both hands reaching towards the gray skies, trying to tickle the glowing Citgo sign

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Short but not sweetNo one will know / no one will care / because all I left behind was my dead strands of hair

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