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The Gas Is Gone

The gas has gone, gasp, walk, and walk fast the pump drips drops and the drops don't last what a bloody disaster, gotta run to go faster, hope your lungs still function or be dead in a casket just put one foot down move the other one passed it feel the nostalgia, remember it now, before you were a fat lazy bastard the days are so cold, now the heating's gone too put some clothes on stop walking around nude

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