hitalot879
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life
inside we hide behind four wheels that blind sit on my behind
treasure a red rose that was plucked a time before let it go...
Time for my cousin time for the cop over react never quite act
you cry through the pillows that marsh within its squash let it past;
my fever runs a bit high lone supply never get high give it another try
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