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She Rides around the supermarket - Got her head on tight. She Rides around the supermarket - Got to flow. She Steals glances with a gun and Runs away. She Steals children with a gun, so Start to pray. The Final bells are signalling Hell to pay. The Final bells are heralding The judgement day. I am broken waters and made of scabs. I'm a broken down drink of water, laced with scabs.
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
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She Rides around the supermarket - Got her head on tight. She Rides around the supermarket - Got to flow. She Steals glances with a gun and Runs away. She Steals children with a gun, so Start to pray. The Final bells are signalling Hell to pay. The Final bells are heralding The judgement day. I am broken waters and made of scabs. I'm a broken down drink of water, laced with scabs.
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
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