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May 2016
The blood is barely dry,
The blood is barely dry.
My arm is cut
And swollen pink
The blood is barely dry.

The blood is barely dry,
The blood is barely dry.
I draw a line
Right down my arm
The blood is barely dry.
Can't Believe It's Not Butter
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Can't Believe It's Not Butter  California
(California)   
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   JR Potts and Pastell dichter
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