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Cutting his brothers |
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That would be good |
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But still he's lacking |
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Fake they should, ooh |
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Cutting his brothers |
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That would be good |
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But still he's lacking |
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Fake they should |
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Faked they should have |
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He was like too far to me, you know? |
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But now he's just an ID of death row |
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I judge he too weak to strengthen to way |
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I found in the crypt the disease and the pain |
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And now, he should be grown |
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Cutting his brothers |
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That would be good |
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But still he's lacking |
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Fake they should, ooh |
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Cutting his brothers |
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That would be good |
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But still he's lacking |
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Fake they should |
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Faked they should have |
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This is something we could hear from that vicious |
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Let's wait, she'll repeat. Is it you or the bitches? |
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So we remain this happy, I don't give a shit |
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The music is crappy, the words are all here |
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A bitch like living |
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How will you tell me from those of my kind? |
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How will you know I won't fuck up your mind? |
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Cutting his brothers |
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That would be good |
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But still he's lacking |
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Fake they should, ooh |
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Cutting his brothers |
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That would be good |
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But still he's lacking |
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Fake they should |
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Faked they should have |
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How will you tell me from those of my kind? |
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How will you know I won't fuck up your mind? |
