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Jan 2018
Turn off the clock turn on the bass
I want my heart cause I never gave it
If it’s in a safe then ain’t saving
The preachers words go with his actions like the ******* that starts to date him
It’s what you do not who you’re playing cords on cords then your tied to something if you’re really free then you seen Satan he come in ways but he’s one person first we give to much power cause the Little’s words can make you great to greatness.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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