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They Know I Came And Got You
But They Don’t Know Where I Put You.
Think He’s Hiding Out Under Stares.
Think She’s Drying Out Over There.
Now He’s Drinking On The Vodka,
Eyes You Like A Monster.
He’s Got Two Brains
In A Pink Backpack
And A Roll Of Tape
And A Black Ski Mask.
So The Internal Bleeding In My Brain
Lives To Fight Another Day.
I’ve Been Trying To Find Myself,
Lost Inside A...
Sunday 26th May 2019 3:13 am
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