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Sorry, I'm drunk dear. |
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It happens all the time. |
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Honestly, |
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I thought |
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I loved you. |
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Too bad you're so damn lame. |
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Scare me with the chance to die by people |
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I would call friends. |
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I guess it's a lovely trick. |
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I probably should enlist. |
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Grind me meaty. |
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Wash me holy. |
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Chew me crust bloody. |
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Spit on me. |
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You know I trust you dead. |
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GOP's oily sudsing. |
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Attempting to wash what won't rub. |
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Flossing gums, then licking bottoms. |
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Nonchalant, they're gropping crotches. |
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Raped green by forty ounces. |
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Shiny bliss. |
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My cocky drunk grin. |
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Pretentious for deceiving you. |
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You're gullible for believing me. |
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Grip cold drink starless starlet. |
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You're the stench that sates him. |
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His zipper's sticky on |
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Sunday morn. |
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Ron's a fist of cement late for breakfast. |
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Emmanuel Kant. |
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Hamshackles, and first and ten. |
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June bugs lick the horses teeth smiling in the grave of summer. |
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Assume texas stance. |
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Moled south for |
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Houston. Toads dismembering flies. |
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Ill-behooved to miss them. |
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I tend to think we are free. |
