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I died You shoved my head down and I won't fight You needed my heighth I needed your plenty, we sit still empty A world of more, although we feel poor We hit that Whammy Thank God the devil is cunning No possession just an impression I'm a point away from saying, "ok you can have it your way" Tonight I breathe tight and sleep with one eye Cheers to my fright I am always prepared for that last bite
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 3:12 AM UTC
I brought fine wine
I died You shoved my head down and I won't fight You needed my heighth I needed your plenty, we sit still empty A world of more, although we feel poor We hit that Whammy Thank God the devil is cunning No possession just an impression I'm a point away from saying, "ok you can have it your way" Tonight I breathe tight and sleep with one eye Cheers to my fright I am always prepared for that last bite
Karajean
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 3:12 AM UTC
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