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Hung up on a Sunday with a strung-up savior Hanging from a cross across the hall Pleading that a deity annul her misbehavior- Her previous activities, forestall. Hung up on the hunger pains, insatiable and gnawing Knowing well the vigor of the squall Hung up on a strung up stranger, rendezvous withdrawing Waiting on the King of Kings to call.
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Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 4:00 AM UTC
Hangover
Hung up on a Sunday with a strung-up savior Hanging from a cross across the hall Pleading that a deity annul her misbehavior- Her previous activities, forestall. Hung up on the hunger pains, insatiable and gnawing Knowing well the vigor of the squall Hung up on a strung up stranger, rendezvous withdrawing Waiting on the King of Kings to call.
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Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 4:00 AM UTC
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