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Sun Metal Warhead Back from the New Dead Through the stars to capture me Rapture car through galaxies Who would've guessed, he had a pistol in his pocket Barrel through the waistband baby **** it, **** it, **** it Went off like a nuclear wasteland rocket Mediterranean Silver bikini clad My little Alien Come sit on your landing pad!
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
Sun Metal
Sun Metal Warhead Back from the New Dead Through the stars to capture me Rapture car through galaxies Who would've guessed, he had a pistol in his pocket Barrel through the waistband baby **** it, **** it, **** it Went off like a nuclear wasteland rocket Mediterranean Silver bikini clad My little Alien Come sit on your landing pad!
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
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