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You know when its real late? And your torn between mass debate Or ********** It leaves you in a real state But its down to fate If I'm irate or I elate Try to seperate So I'm not desperate And I could equate This to being full of hate But I couldn't mate I'm just a reprobate
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
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You know when its real late? And your torn between mass debate Or ********** It leaves you in a real state But its down to fate If I'm irate or I elate Try to seperate So I'm not desperate And I could equate This to being full of hate But I couldn't mate I'm just a reprobate
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
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