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Feb 2013
LBM
As I pound the things my hands allow me to reach I relinquish belief and go against my preach

Little bottle of **** is all I got left

Born again is what I say I am a monster who got his way

Little bottle of **** that aims to please

No regrets for what I've done I bled your well dry so ill get another one

Little bottle of **** rips open my chest

Bring me creation so I can destroy these things you hold dearly to me are just a toy

Little bottle of **** brings me to my knees
Written originally as lyrics for the band CASEY ANTHONYS BABYSITTING SERVICE
christopher victor coia
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christopher victor coia  los angeles
(los angeles)   
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   Jacob Sykes
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