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You. Stupid shoulders and sideburns. Turns We take To Make Ways to harm Charm Your way into my mind Only to leave me behind Under folds of fabric. Brick Thick Stick Is your ooze to my brain Crain your neck Hold on, here is a check To even out what I lack Track Back Begin again.
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Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
You are a Cycle
You. Stupid shoulders and sideburns. Turns We take To Make Ways to harm Charm Your way into my mind Only to leave me behind Under folds of fabric. Brick Thick Stick Is your ooze to my brain Crain your neck Hold on, here is a check To even out what I lack Track Back Begin again.
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Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
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