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hey little holy man not so little holes, man it seems we've come to terms that i'm your biggest sinner once upon a time son not so long ago son i began to learn that at birth we are rotting it seems i have heard them far off, though encouraged them spoke once and imagined it spoke twice and interred it its the price you pay babe screaming to the world babe one day death will own you nothing you can pay'll do make it heard and make it known we will reap what we have sown call it karma, call it life tell your truth, life with your strife one more year, one more day, one more minute
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Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 5:49 AM UTC
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hey little holy man not so little holes, man it seems we've come to terms that i'm your biggest sinner once upon a time son not so long ago son i began to learn that at birth we are rotting it seems i have heard them far off, though encouraged them spoke once and imagined it spoke twice and interred it its the price you pay babe screaming to the world babe one day death will own you nothing you can pay'll do make it heard and make it known we will reap what we have sown call it karma, call it life tell your truth, life with your strife one more year, one more day, one more minute
lorraine-floyd
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Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 5:49 AM UTC
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