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This is going to hurt A little and I see you fret You flick your cigarette You seem afraid, this Game we've played it's Safe to say the Look on your face is One of knowing I will abuse you It's too late 'cause I made you wait you Have to have it Got you now you're Going blue you Want me to.
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Feb 2, 2010
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