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It's highway robbery. Grand theft. My vaults stand empty, their contents Given by me freely, and I TRUSTED YOU the metaphor breaks down falling falling splat And for a second I thought I saw the gold at the end of The rainbow NOW IT'S SOUR ALL FOR hold the lines unity The kiss of betrayal I JUDAS GUILTY WHY god structure maintaiN coRPSE stench ROTten UNFAIR try Okay. The scales are out of Whack. Lead on one end and air on Y stop The other. The scales of HATEFUL GODS breakdown abort RIPPED UP IN MY FACE please hOw and WHy and love in the time of cholera
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
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It's highway robbery. Grand theft. My vaults stand empty, their contents Given by me freely, and I TRUSTED YOU the metaphor breaks down falling falling splat And for a second I thought I saw the gold at the end of The rainbow NOW IT'S SOUR ALL FOR hold the lines unity The kiss of betrayal I JUDAS GUILTY WHY god structure maintaiN coRPSE stench ROTten UNFAIR try Okay. The scales are out of Whack. Lead on one end and air on Y stop The other. The scales of HATEFUL GODS breakdown abort RIPPED UP IN MY FACE please hOw and WHy and love in the time of cholera
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
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