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Feb 2016
Handful by handful I force these chalky things down my throat
Shotgun a beer and hope that I eject contence and I choke
on it,knowing I'd rather live for another beer to feel the high
As I sit and wonder why I'm lonely and is my kidney gonna die
Creepstar
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Creepstar  Pig Town
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