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It isn't your mystery Or history That makes me stick around. It isn't because you pound Away at me, Or have the right key. I stay Because you just may Be a habit, an addiction, Just a whirl-twirl fiction, greasy slab of meat, ***** spike on the bottom of my cleat.
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
A ***** Spike
It isn't your mystery Or history That makes me stick around. It isn't because you pound Away at me, Or have the right key. I stay Because you just may Be a habit, an addiction, Just a whirl-twirl fiction, greasy slab of meat, ***** spike on the bottom of my cleat.
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
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