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May 2015
This is all my fault
No one else to blame
I've turned into a vault
And all I hold is shame

It's all for the best
I know what to do
But what about the rest?
Why do I just feel like poo?

I'm grateful for the Lord
I'm grateful for all the support
It's time to pick up the sword
It's time to finally defend the fort
Speen Cough
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Speen Cough  The Ville
(The Ville)   
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