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LBM

As I pound the things my hands allow me to reach I relinquish belief and go against my preach

 

Little bottle of **** is all I got left

 

Born again is what I say I am a monster who got his way

 

Little bottle of **** that aims to please

 

No regrets for what I've done I bled your well dry so ill get another one

 

Little bottle of **** rips open my chest

Bring me creation so I can destroy these things you hold dearly to me are just a toy

 

Little bottle of **** brings me to my knees

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Written by
christopher-victor-coia
American
Published
Feb 20, 2013
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8·101
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Written originally as lyrics for the band CASEY ANTHONYS BABYSITTING SERVICE

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