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Mar 2016
I woke up with a thirst for blood

                  I woke up wanting to see that flash of silver

Followed by the beading red

                  I woke up with a thirst for my blood

If I give in I'll hurt you

                   I'm sorry I hurt you
Can't Believe It's Not Butter
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Can't Believe It's Not Butter  California
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