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The Sky iS Frozen Money iS Falling, Green iN The Air. Theres A Scream, A Screen Can iT Be Crystal Clear Flashing its self to me How Could iT Be Yes, its The Substance iT Has Control Over Me, iT Owns Me iAlready Gave iT My Soul it Bought Me iM iTs Slave, iTs Puppet its Two Thousand Thirteen 2013 **** Hasnt Changed, iTake Rehab As A Game iGained More Knowledge iPledge To My Godess Which iS The Evil The Crooked The Devil. iM A fallen Angel iNlove with Crystal
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
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The Sky iS Frozen Money iS Falling, Green iN The Air. Theres A Scream, A Screen Can iT Be Crystal Clear Flashing its self to me How Could iT Be Yes, its The Substance iT Has Control Over Me, iT Owns Me iAlready Gave iT My Soul it Bought Me iM iTs Slave, iTs Puppet its Two Thousand Thirteen 2013 **** Hasnt Changed, iTake Rehab As A Game iGained More Knowledge iPledge To My Godess Which iS The Evil The Crooked The Devil. iM A fallen Angel iNlove with Crystal
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
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