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Everything happens for a reason No one who ever knows anything Is not a someone to me Usually But your blue eyes know The inside of my mind I'm an Indian prince Of chikiwa descent It's my birthday today Red dress Your whistle seems dry Drink up this Fire water with me Hands lead to shoulders to mouths to tongues Music plays on the radio Crackeling in the dark Smoking coffin nails for scientific research You have stumbled on a space age invention Number 666 I got out of jail for this ****** ******** town So I smoked the peace pipe For days and days We shot bullets and tequila Numbing Human pain I'll pray for you to Allah You pray for me to fate Jesus was my friend My favorite cellmate
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Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 2:52 AM UTC
Sad Sickness and too much t.v
Everything happens for a reason No one who ever knows anything Is not a someone to me Usually But your blue eyes know The inside of my mind I'm an Indian prince Of chikiwa descent It's my birthday today Red dress Your whistle seems dry Drink up this Fire water with me Hands lead to shoulders to mouths to tongues Music plays on the radio Crackeling in the dark Smoking coffin nails for scientific research You have stumbled on a space age invention Number 666 I got out of jail for this ****** ******** town So I smoked the peace pipe For days and days We shot bullets and tequila Numbing Human pain I'll pray for you to Allah You pray for me to fate Jesus was my friend My favorite cellmate
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Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 2:52 AM UTC
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