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Jun 2015
Secret Agent Orange!
Secret Agent Orange!
oh a gaseous concoction
designed for mental blockin!

the voices of those men beside me
that died are bothering me constantly
they keep on screaming why didn't I save them
they'll keep haunting ME until I'm in my grave but

Secret Agent Orange!
Secret Agent Orange!
oh a gaseous concoction
designed for mental blockin!

I keep hearing this odd ticking noise
but no one else seems to hear it
it's not a child playing with a toy
I can't put my finger near it

Secret Agent Orange!
Secret Agent Orange!
oh a gaseous concoction
designed for mental blockin!

I keep downing pills to end the pain
I keep dodging bullets disguised as rain
I think I've finally snapped of course
thanks to secret agent Orange

Secret Agent Orange!
Secret Agent Orange!
oh a gaseous concoction
designed for mental blockin!
I'm weird
NeroameeAlucard
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NeroameeAlucard  Chicago Illinois
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