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Young hungry people Grab hold the first sight that they see, For what's present is plastic, you bought the rough piece, Starve, keep starving Misery shapes the soul, Somethin'a callin but, I don't know I dug and dwell my little hole Keep quiet, keep quiet, shh Don't need anyone to know.
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC
Stuck In a World