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I catch a bullet in my teeth every time I hear you speak You have me kneeling in my sleep and it's becoming very weak I fumble in the street trying to find some ******* peace Now my drink has grown a leak and I'm puking in a heap
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Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
My last heap
I catch a bullet in my teeth every time I hear you speak You have me kneeling in my sleep and it's becoming very weak I fumble in the street trying to find some ******* peace Now my drink has grown a leak and I'm puking in a heap
james-odell
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Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
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