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hi
Scars, in you, son
you shrug it off
except that you dont
better, it surely
it dont fall out
said,
i live low
i lisp, i die
sugar shooting
bled with deadbeats
only crawl
so your sad eyes
quite christian
blood
drop it, its dead
we drop it
and took the body home
sad eyes
scars, im chopping dagger
see youll never walk
only stagger.
sad eyes
quite christian
blood