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"Freedom"

I get pain in my joy and joy in my pain I get pizza an' marshmallows, joysticks, juice, and things Resistance won't break out won't fuck up your head and if it does thank god you'll get dead The caged bird sings but it's got a tiny head so you cook all it's flesh and keep yourself fed The time is coming and you'll be happier then when you just get nothing so your flag can win
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aj-enemie
American
Published
May 23, 2011
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Thank god you'll get dead

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