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All Those I had stained Came to bleed on me And bathe me in ointment My hipocrisy "You're so ******* great, You're a radio star, But under that we All know what you are" I danced my defense I watered the floor All painting me evil, I ran out the door Escape was futile So I just gave in In the game of "hurt-no-one" There's no way you can win
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Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
April 4 (surrender)
All Those I had stained Came to bleed on me And bathe me in ointment My hipocrisy "You're so ******* great, You're a radio star, But under that we All know what you are" I danced my defense I watered the floor All painting me evil, I ran out the door Escape was futile So I just gave in In the game of "hurt-no-one" There's no way you can win
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Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
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