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Much of a given **** Not here very much You ***** and ***** She’s twisted and sick Still you run back so quick Life you have always wished Blinding your clear sight Of the truth that lies It ends the same each time Man left all alone Picking up the pieces Of his worn-out heart She shattered towards the floor And wrecking his souls once more much of a given **** Not here very much You ***** and ***** Still you run back so quick So my given ***** Are not here very much
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 3:38 AM UTC
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Much of a given **** Not here very much You ***** and ***** She’s twisted and sick Still you run back so quick Life you have always wished Blinding your clear sight Of the truth that lies It ends the same each time Man left all alone Picking up the pieces Of his worn-out heart She shattered towards the floor And wrecking his souls once more much of a given **** Not here very much You ***** and ***** Still you run back so quick So my given ***** Are not here very much
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 3:38 AM UTC
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