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Rewrite your rare ,  this language is on a plain level.   It looks at you    it talks to you it even stalks you as if you were food the protection is rude   These lyrics hate you because It can make you, but you, won't allow you to take you,   Me? I've adapted to different altitudes immune to the colds and the flus.   So what happened to you? I became the Narrator,  toy maker,  deep breaths of **** vapor apple cider vinegar made me thinner, No... i don't care to stay for dinner                                all is not familiar.
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Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
Really? But you wanted to be a part of it.....
Rewrite your rare ,  this language is on a plain level.   It looks at you    it talks to you it even stalks you as if you were food the protection is rude   These lyrics hate you because It can make you, but you, won't allow you to take you,   Me? I've adapted to different altitudes immune to the colds and the flus.   So what happened to you? I became the Narrator,  toy maker,  deep breaths of **** vapor apple cider vinegar made me thinner, No... i don't care to stay for dinner                                all is not familiar.
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Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
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