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Can these feet be killers & stab the concrete, If only the ribs would come, and lie lie lie, My wet streets, my wet cheeks, My porcelin toenails break, sweat down cheeks race, Eyes they started, Deep breathing on & onoff, Deep breathing on & on off,
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
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Can these feet be killers & stab the concrete, If only the ribs would come, and lie lie lie, My wet streets, my wet cheeks, My porcelin toenails break, sweat down cheeks race, Eyes they started, Deep breathing on & onoff, Deep breathing on & on off,
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
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