I'm just sick about dirty ways. I'm just sick about your victims game. I'm so sick I wanna break his face. I'm so sick I wanna turn away. I'm so sick I wanna turn away. I'm praying it just aint today. that checkout time is late or the eloped have withered. maybe even parted. but it just don't matter. he'll never take my precious place. the look of horror on your face. that faithful sorrow on a beauty I've been counting on...
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