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I saw the angel of death riding on the back of a pick up truck Emergency room pit stops Picking cigarettes up I just wanted an excuse for death to pick me up The night never stops and there was nothing I could do to sober up But God sits back and lights up a cigarette Inhaling life into the Dead Satisfied at a job well done
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Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC
Riding in a pickup
I saw the angel of death riding on the back of a pick up truck Emergency room pit stops Picking cigarettes up I just wanted an excuse for death to pick me up The night never stops and there was nothing I could do to sober up But God sits back and lights up a cigarette Inhaling life into the Dead Satisfied at a job well done
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Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC
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