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Painless, it was the word of the day Grateful, for the endorphins they gained Angels, swing down with leather above Shock-waves, roaring in chemical love The slaves that I whip are chained to the steeple I am the Church of the Chemical People
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
Chemical People
Painless, it was the word of the day Grateful, for the endorphins they gained Angels, swing down with leather above Shock-waves, roaring in chemical love The slaves that I whip are chained to the steeple I am the Church of the Chemical People
michael-morley5r
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
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