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The pine floorboards, cover my work. The pine floorboards, creak at the spot I ripped them up. I didn't want to **** her, But she made me insane, In a fit of rage, I put a hatchet Right through her ******* brain. The pine floorboards, cover my work. The pine floorboards, stained red at the spot I took her life. Underneath the earth, In a dark crawlspace, That's where you'll find my love, Sleeping oh so peacefully, Underneath the pine floorboards.
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Aug 15, 2012
Aug 15, 2012 at 3:12 PM UTC
The Pine Floorboards
The pine floorboards, cover my work. The pine floorboards, creak at the spot I ripped them up. I didn't want to **** her, But she made me insane, In a fit of rage, I put a hatchet Right through her ******* brain. The pine floorboards, cover my work. The pine floorboards, stained red at the spot I took her life. Underneath the earth, In a dark crawlspace, That's where you'll find my love, Sleeping oh so peacefully, Underneath the pine floorboards.
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Aug 15, 2012
Aug 15, 2012 at 3:12 PM UTC
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