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It's too much of a threat It's a constant fret It ***** my head It always comes back (And I laugh) It drives me to scolding showers And toilet seat scours All for me to holler The name of the new prowler Recognizable from the rest You're taking it all away Killing me day by day I'll burn any stronghold that stands I'll make sure all words are clear To make those red-matter strands Pull and tear of all your flesh And of all your gloom
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
Juneholler
It's too much of a threat It's a constant fret It ***** my head It always comes back (And I laugh) It drives me to scolding showers And toilet seat scours All for me to holler The name of the new prowler Recognizable from the rest You're taking it all away Killing me day by day I'll burn any stronghold that stands I'll make sure all words are clear To make those red-matter strands Pull and tear of all your flesh And of all your gloom
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
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