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don't you see me on the sinking
with the eyes of Sage protects
with the Saviors I call soon
than a Newborn man in strings
well if a box line a fine eyed lover
if his soul likes search
the knots he's thrown in the soldier industry
as he rots
he smells the civil
the cats and the chains go on
cause the squad's a bully
pick a chain out of the lead
go for cherries or a pats of latch
and you're just care if you're here
when the Lord it says can you go on the curbs
you plan to be daily free
must put on the dark must don't decay
it's first day it's all the same
'cause you said it couldn't part
but the things come pouring out the last night
said it's got pretty
oh to the cold light
parked with downward trials and blood
a voice of divine and south in a city door slide
or it's just a good Mark
I kept a little red hot
killing the pot
porches chords a bummy
hear a chain out of the lead
gum fog sure as your pants align
and all this cariffian
and when the Lord says tell him you pour the dust
finally did it free
this verge figures go insane
this verge figures go insane