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there
cuttin daisy
oh, we gettin hazy
forgettin the trophy wives
paying in time, midnight tithes
pearly grins chasing irrespose
knife kept close to the table though
we're beginners to skullduggery
past the age of forty five
self-manager funeral the righteous ones
we're scandal like a saint suns
blood for iron
that's how we've always traded it
prove your worthlessness in a cage
earnt re...
Saturday 28th November 2015 1:18 am
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