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Your Brother

You son of a ***** You love me like You're trapped you can't get out and tell me one more time It won't make a difference Biding time for nothing now You'll never find your place Wishing you could have my hand Needs replaced, a chased embrace

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marley-oneill-1

Published: Jun 10, 2010
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