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I'm not suppose to be here, Not suppose to be able to sing, In this place of material wealth, I am not suppose to grieve. Father deem me a prophecy celebrity, Get me worthy, Get me something, Give me dominion over Spring. Why I don't bother to announce, My source material even now. Father, I'm flirting with a ghost god, He doesn't see me as a fire thief, He doesn't want to believe I ain't real, Guzzling gold out of the locket, Slurping electricity from the socket, egocentric imaginary juvenile, Robbing Rapunzel from the garden, ****** the lock of golden cherry loud, The word's never been worthwhile.
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 12:24 AM UTC
Godless Gospel
I'm not suppose to be here, Not suppose to be able to sing, In this place of material wealth, I am not suppose to grieve. Father deem me a prophecy celebrity, Get me worthy, Get me something, Give me dominion over Spring. Why I don't bother to announce, My source material even now. Father, I'm flirting with a ghost god, He doesn't see me as a fire thief, He doesn't want to believe I ain't real, Guzzling gold out of the locket, Slurping electricity from the socket, egocentric imaginary juvenile, Robbing Rapunzel from the garden, ****** the lock of golden cherry loud, The word's never been worthwhile.
limon-pepino
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 12:24 AM UTC
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