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I would have built my life, me from evil and words
I think he's gone, my bomb. It's so cold.
She ticks in my feet and roofs more than flowers
Shut the fuck up, but you don't tell me things.
You don't tell me things.
I would have built my life, me from evil and words
I think he's gone, my bomb. It's so cold.
She ticks in my feet and roofs more than flowers
Shut the fuck up, but you don't tell me things.
You don't tell me things.