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Eyes feeling low Mind feeling lifted I don't know if I'm high or if I'm gifted Selling souls but then I flipped it Into bodies of the livid Very lucid, to be descriptive I went to graves and fulfilled the dead spirits Prada, who said the Devil doesn't wear it Demolished hope to walk over With spiked out chokers And demons spitting out fire and horrid odor The Lord was facing a lack of attendance I'm not the Devil but I'm her apprentice
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
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Eyes feeling low Mind feeling lifted I don't know if I'm high or if I'm gifted Selling souls but then I flipped it Into bodies of the livid Very lucid, to be descriptive I went to graves and fulfilled the dead spirits Prada, who said the Devil doesn't wear it Demolished hope to walk over With spiked out chokers And demons spitting out fire and horrid odor The Lord was facing a lack of attendance I'm not the Devil but I'm her apprentice
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
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