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We cover illness with flowers and flowers die The inside of my mouth tastes like it is decaying I hope I lose all of my teeth first Maybe its just the scotch and vodka But there is a burning in my throat Maybe it is Satan just making his way out

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Published: May 14, 2014
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Tags: #devil #possession #decay #vodka #satan #scotch

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