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Dec 2020
ohhhhh I falling down god

god iΒ Β am falllllling down

No soft ground to sleep about

I am only waiting for you to die

just to stick around forΒ Β πŸ–€'s

the Day they burnt your corpse

I was the first punk there waving

$ Dollar $ Dollar $ Dollar $

At your face

I  bought your ashes

just to snort it all

This christmas morning
imehsahdehahs
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imehsahdehahs  23/from hell
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