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Got Glue To the Lungs

Murders in Utah, Using Glue in lungs by upstairs neighbors is this the work of and over active mine (mind) should i call the who? or should i call the what? bam-sham-a-dam the is so fudged-up, all the way up and i don't won't to get messed up but it seems someone, gotsa to go and it look like its gotsa, to be me... so long cruel world you fudge-en suck and i've got, the hell to go where its said to be always hot don't worry i will save you a nice red hot spot. with all the fans you will every need the ones who will watch all the things i thought up waiting to bring you to your screaming singing knees... so here to me i gave more than i got and i got very little for the world but pain and misery but they took millions from me! so when you spend all your money on the finer things just pray i' m not whispering in your ear some evil thing... because i'll be, the first in line to let the devil know just how much it took to send me here to met him in his fiery Paradise... and beg he lend me his ear so he will know of my woe.. and how i came to be murders up from here ...

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