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Sep 2016
It is funny how you love me
If I blow up a congress
If I stab a man
If I **** the world
It is funny how you present me
If I hit a girl
If I touched her
If I cut her to pieces
It is funny that you like my games
If I am dangerous
If I am good at sports
If I had a sad story
But you won’t talk to me
After you held my hand
After you brought my product
After I broke down
Maybe fame is only for the wicked
You know fame is for the wicked
But you’re still hurt if I let my walls down
Written by
Isaz  North
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