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Stuck
Stuck
Sit back with the captain and Jack
they all walk in
they found me wet with all the K-pins
knocked down
get back up
got to get back up
I can see my soul is all but stuck
I got my meds, my sickened head
I got my life to get straight
the rest is what I make
the rest is what i make!
with never picky taste
if I’m gonna be yours lets get away
...Thursday 28th January 2016 9:16 pm
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