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from now on
i make haste
to carry my skin
into the arm
must of
never less
never less
cuaght might grow in to a mind that eats
like a big taste lie
i've laid low
from now on
this is a joke
when he sees the skin rought on me
play low
from now on
this is a joke
can i see the skin rot
on a dog stray's hide
