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lite my cigarette on yer destruction"don't do it"'s become nothing more than a slogani killed with you, helped you cover it upextremism works, but it's never enoughmy hand got burned, yours got shotthe red ribbon in my hair means a loti ain't goin' to hell with youdisappear on my qit ain't over till the fat lady wheelsi could never understand your dealsflaked out on me before the promremember you by the scar on my palm
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