Tell what you want
Really gun boy
I hate all people
For 8 boys
Death will come, on the glass rain
Death will come and find the body
Turn off the roadway
Love is the fuckin game
raise my arm to protect me,
if you can't spare
All faith is nothing more than email one way
But it's just only border of shame
Fuck pain and just stuff bough breaks
By the way we are it's her party prey
Collected a royal flush where is my caches!?
A couple of cowboys get hit by rockets cases
I come up call, be ready to derby
I hate so much thing, but i don't hate you
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