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With Fiends Like This

All my friends have turned to fiends Disturbed fits them to a tee hee became a chuckle insidious Trust in shallow grave hastily buried Face down in case it tries to resurface Every helping hand loped ----------------------------------- o ----------------------------------- -ff Every gift been stolen Pity been spat in my face Walked through over and passed alone i think i will last

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