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Blessing her dyspepsia
Her ears has scratched
Your dynasty finished
It's not pleasant
And it's nothing nice
To face her face fearing her eyes
And it's nothing nice
To face the prejudice fearing the life now
And her face is conferred
Without paternal example
People doing filicide
To feed your pleasure
And it's nothing nice
To kill that people, if they're suicide
And it's nothing nice
To kill your pain if it has tended to die
To die
To die
To die
And it's nothing nice
To kill that people, if they're suicide
And it's nothing nice
To kill your pain if it has tended to die
To die
To die
To die
