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haken its tail
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play and catch with the moon and running like hell
sins of our fathers the whole godamn pack
walkig on toilet bow water holy knickknack patty whack
Embark in y old Tales From tone
bring us Tidings of pee and joy
go ahead give the god a bone
then Deliver Us from Evil there good boy
on the
paper and roll away the stone
style bang bang and playing dead
all up in all them asses a while self-righteous get ahead
it’s all G
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nd Eve and even a snake nor on that rib and growl Thy word make no sense or godamn mistake chasing cars into a chevr relay heard se
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es tug and War give and take in inhumane human races sit speak beg and shake splitting hairs over a carrot runni
ng around in Out Of Reach dream
s loyally watch and always aware it is all in love and it is as it seems
