Phoen V
Four- wheel jingle horse
stand up revolution
get it hill to me
take for the end clock
into chemistry
overnight the nick
dont ever forget
it is a dick, shite
head for me also
and let the gun go
new sense coin puse bit
lik it breath, it now
i should soup velvet
and shrove crook to hook
chess fool mixed his hop
learn mexican yet ducle?
sixteen i was aged!
like a whine witch
elements gredients..
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