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jesusgotthegoat: cheerful and cheap, scream humility. it seems weve lost some ground found crawling round on all four. straight shot to the knee. call me out, call me out sugar. and say it, a friend yup. burn it all up, burn it all down, sugar. set it to flame, do it the same. set it to fire. burn it all up, burn it all down, sugar. played it for keep and falling off again. it seems weve lost some ground. beat, broken out the back stair. pretty babe, i do insist to call me out, call me out sugar. were leading on like the days, the days. it come, it go. little fuck youre killing it now. screaming out like its new to you. threw it through. it do, it do. we stumble out that stair, kicking up dust. the blood, the vile, the puke, the piss, the shame. were thinking, oh god dont know, oh jesus dont know. its left to us to run and hide alone. it fall, uh oh. dont, dont. we try it all again. it gone, oh no. dont, dont. it turn its back again. done like done said it would do, wouldnt you?
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theconveyerthecaliforniayachtclub: reset destination for amnesty, absolve all wrong. all good on the slate job, no more nightmare. sleep like youre dead. and yea theres a mirror that reads aurevoir, weve had our fun. shoot off like some time warp to complacency, sit dear just stare. sad fool humming along. getting good gone. covered like a blanket, don’t see a thing. sick kids go home. Inaudible banter, some sweet relief, insult ago. quick, quiet courier back to the cacoon. safe, safe at home. it all could be different. sadly it seems, gods got no guts. sad fool humming along. get good gone.
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