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You don't need to know What's good for you, sweetheart, Because I already do. First, ten gulps of Grey on your empty day, then 4 em-els ****** cooked IV push Now shush baby hush, Just remember this much: Your only job is to breathe. But if you forget, Harm will never be met. I will give you my breath till you leave. She will never know (You put on a great show) 'bout the life or death moments we share. ...and I'm  wondering bout the day When you'll walk away, Cuz it no longer pleases you to care. (I'll still be there)
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Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
Hard Day
You don't need to know What's good for you, sweetheart, Because I already do. First, ten gulps of Grey on your empty day, then 4 em-els ****** cooked IV push Now shush baby hush, Just remember this much: Your only job is to breathe. But if you forget, Harm will never be met. I will give you my breath till you leave. She will never know (You put on a great show) 'bout the life or death moments we share. ...and I'm  wondering bout the day When you'll walk away, Cuz it no longer pleases you to care. (I'll still be there)
For L.S.G. "The Proffesor"
jaime-grant
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Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
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