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Jan 2017
I'm a death head
I'm a mess head
Where am I going next head

I'm a sparse crank in a green bottle
I'm a brown paper bag in a jug of wine

I'm live bait
I'll never satiate my master
But I'll always be a death head
Towards away stratocaster
Bleeding Edge
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Bleeding Edge  The Woods
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