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Let the dead rot where they fall |
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You know sometimes I need a crutch just to crawl |
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So loathsome |
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So loathsome down inside |
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My heartstrings |
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They ain't yours to pull |
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Cops in latex gloves trying to search my skull |
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So loathsome |
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So loathsome down inside |
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I feel so loathsome down inside |
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Rancid junk-thought |
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Elephantitus of the mind |
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Rancid junk-thought |
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Elephantitus of the mind |
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This is my |
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Escape art |
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Exhibition |
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This is my |
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Escape art |
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Exhibition |
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Escape art |
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Exhibition |
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Escape art |
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Exhibition |
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And I'm never coming back |
