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Feb 2015
walk
among the dirt
with all that you are worth
to find the only thing
besides your daily fling
now go away poor child
your time is running out
you're running out of time
for you have committed a crime
now dear child
you're running out of lies
it's too late to cry
now chime your last goodbye's
Escence
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Escence  AMERICA
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