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Neeson-
Spencer-R. Brewster-
Towers)
Mother cut her fingerand it won't stop bleedingshould've stayed in bedbut the family needed feedingpositively negativetake another sedativetried to break the chainbut the pain is so repetitive
Picking up the piecespushing for a prizerunning out of acesrunning out of alibies
Take an X, take me
Take an X, take me
Take an X, take me
Take an X, take me
Mother cut her fingerand it won't stop bleedingshould've stayed in bedbut the family needed feedingfather's in the kitchencounting out his moneyshooting down expressowith a little taste of honey
Picking up the piecespushing for a prizethe cracks are on yer facesthe mask is in your eyesy' sit inside the templeselling wisdom to the wiserunning out of acesrunning out of alibies
Take an X, take me
Take an X, take me
Take an X, take me
Take an X, take me
Take an X, take me
Take an X, take me
Take an X, take me--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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