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This is all my fault No one else to blame I've turned into a vault And all I hold is shame It's all for the best I know what to do But what about the rest? Why do I just feel like poo? I'm grateful for the Lord I'm grateful for all the support It's time to pick up the sword It's time to finally defend the fort
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 1:55 AM UTC
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This is all my fault No one else to blame I've turned into a vault And all I hold is shame It's all for the best I know what to do But what about the rest? Why do I just feel like poo? I'm grateful for the Lord I'm grateful for all the support It's time to pick up the sword It's time to finally defend the fort
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 1:55 AM UTC
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