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Rhyme, Rhyme a Dime         A Music Poise, a fist of Blood         The fire of the Hot heat         Time, Time time after time          Your Red Love strikes me like a Sword          The Smoke of red          The Power of Gold Rust             The Engine starts on time          The Break stops                 The keys you hold are Red The Power of the Car leads my Skin to Dust.                                My Heart Bleeds Red, but God. . . . . . . . .           I wish I Knew          I wish I Knew          You were the Gasoline           The Power behind the Fire
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:18 AM UTC
Power Grenade
Rhyme, Rhyme a Dime         A Music Poise, a fist of Blood         The fire of the Hot heat         Time, Time time after time          Your Red Love strikes me like a Sword          The Smoke of red          The Power of Gold Rust             The Engine starts on time          The Break stops                 The keys you hold are Red The Power of the Car leads my Skin to Dust.                                My Heart Bleeds Red, but God. . . . . . . . .           I wish I Knew          I wish I Knew          You were the Gasoline           The Power behind the Fire
muyiwa-williams
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:18 AM UTC
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