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He picked his piece of heart up from the street the one who broke it also had once made em feel complete defeat ; he swore to god that he would rise again losing love for women , man , children , and his friends pretend ; that he wont overextend - again ; satan came close to unmend his ends.. He sat along the side piecing back together what was trust ; his pride ; the lies ; they'v come to show you who is king again life is like a circle the cycle never ends - No money is his pockets he poured in her his soul Only to be given abundances of tolls..
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Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
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He picked his piece of heart up from the street the one who broke it also had once made em feel complete defeat ; he swore to god that he would rise again losing love for women , man , children , and his friends pretend ; that he wont overextend - again ; satan came close to unmend his ends.. He sat along the side piecing back together what was trust ; his pride ; the lies ; they'v come to show you who is king again life is like a circle the cycle never ends - No money is his pockets he poured in her his soul Only to be given abundances of tolls..
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Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
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