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In a run-down business crevice way Fallin' crumbled brick crumbs and scattered fate I state, that I'm an iris spying crawlers whom inspire to be ballers I'm a staler, indecisively inviting you can read me as the rarest innocent as a terrorist Compare it, find me waning in the red room and waxing like a night moon I hate the ones who spare me and **** the ones who dare me See it as you wish, I won't pray and I can't stay and if you've found me at the platform take shelter, here comes the storm
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
Bus 4 (for the hoodrats)
In a run-down business crevice way Fallin' crumbled brick crumbs and scattered fate I state, that I'm an iris spying crawlers whom inspire to be ballers I'm a staler, indecisively inviting you can read me as the rarest innocent as a terrorist Compare it, find me waning in the red room and waxing like a night moon I hate the ones who spare me and **** the ones who dare me See it as you wish, I won't pray and I can't stay and if you've found me at the platform take shelter, here comes the storm
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
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