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betty weighs 300 pounds her husband died last year but she ate the pain away and never shed a single tear she tried to stop a few times but you could always guarantee that in a week or two you’ll find her back at KFC life just goes in circles and you know, it's rather strange a different mask for every friend and yet people never change peter is a hired gun he'll **** for a little green he looks his victims in the eye and shoots em’ in the spleen there’s a pistol in his hand and a bounty for his head and sometimes late at night he wishes he was dead life just goes in circles and you know, it's rather strange a different mask for every friend and yet people never change georgy is a *** his dead stare tells the tale 10 cents in his cup his mind broken and stale he can’t get a job torn clothes, jaded face he lost his family to the ***** and his dreams along the race life just goes in circles and you know, it's rather strange a different mask for every friend and yet people never change
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC
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betty weighs 300 pounds her husband died last year but she ate the pain away and never shed a single tear she tried to stop a few times but you could always guarantee that in a week or two you’ll find her back at KFC life just goes in circles and you know, it's rather strange a different mask for every friend and yet people never change peter is a hired gun he'll **** for a little green he looks his victims in the eye and shoots em’ in the spleen there’s a pistol in his hand and a bounty for his head and sometimes late at night he wishes he was dead life just goes in circles and you know, it's rather strange a different mask for every friend and yet people never change georgy is a *** his dead stare tells the tale 10 cents in his cup his mind broken and stale he can’t get a job torn clothes, jaded face he lost his family to the ***** and his dreams along the race life just goes in circles and you know, it's rather strange a different mask for every friend and yet people never change
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC
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