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Fight for money Poison and honey Ain't nothing funny Rarely turns sunny. Hard to tan Race is ran In the can **** the man. Numb at hand Short of sand Drain the land Start your band. Laying in bed Empty of lead Best left unsaid Before we're dead.
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Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 12:42 AM UTC
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Fight for money Poison and honey Ain't nothing funny Rarely turns sunny. Hard to tan Race is ran In the can **** the man. Numb at hand Short of sand Drain the land Start your band. Laying in bed Empty of lead Best left unsaid Before we're dead.
robert-j-howard
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Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 12:42 AM UTC
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