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They used you to clean up tears after a Thrice show.
Fucking belt buckles everywhere.
Never digesting anything is a hell of a diet plan.
Here comes the suit bitches.
I watched them hollow out
horses... Run.
They gored me once with a diverse portfolio.
Put a dollar in the box.
It's across for show and down to go.
I'm going to throw gristle at my guts.
It's like the sink of finding a lump.
I've got your black plague right here.
How long before the pain junkies storm the gates?
It danced on us like black lung until our hearts gave out.
Put a dollar in the box.
It grew on us, it grew up like a sister.
While every time, celebrating your neck.
It's across for show and down to go.
Pray it's malignant.
Prey, it's malignant.

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