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ssynys1er 2 years
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Flesh is burning You can smell it in the air 鈥楥ause men like you have Such an easy soul to steal (steal) So stand in line while They ink numbers in your head You鈥檙e now a slave Until the end of time here Nothing stops the madness Turning, haunting, yearning Pull the trigger
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ssynys1er 2 years
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馃馃徎
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ssynys1er 2 years
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*pinkly smooth*
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ssynys1er 2 years
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he 馃馃
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