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I come with the whole truth the truth and nothing but the trials of a fighter tribulations of a dealer middle ground of good and bad with no gray area the truth is the truth and truth is what it is I knew when I pursued you that I would probably lose you and who knew but what else than to try I come with the truth the truth and nothing but just drug stuff lightin up in the basement lighter fluid is the basis all types of worry brew I fell for you looking into the looking glass and your reflection just stares back you can't hide the good times the truth is the truth and the truth is what it is and the truth is I hope you'll return one day but in your prison state you might as well not be here at all we were bound to fall and that's the truth and the truth is all
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
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I come with the whole truth the truth and nothing but the trials of a fighter tribulations of a dealer middle ground of good and bad with no gray area the truth is the truth and truth is what it is I knew when I pursued you that I would probably lose you and who knew but what else than to try I come with the truth the truth and nothing but just drug stuff lightin up in the basement lighter fluid is the basis all types of worry brew I fell for you looking into the looking glass and your reflection just stares back you can't hide the good times the truth is the truth and the truth is what it is and the truth is I hope you'll return one day but in your prison state you might as well not be here at all we were bound to fall and that's the truth and the truth is all
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
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