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Christians and Lions
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Gimme Diction
It's like some overbearing tax on praxis; how I'm supposed to feel bad for this when all I've sworn to do is hold soul like a cold in haunted bronchial tubes. And my love for you is harmless as fallen fruit. 'Picked up quick how nice a jaw cradles a fist - you made it look like an accident and no (no) one finds truth among tooth that march 'round my parched mouth もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com slinging science to the beat of their own gums. Ooh (ooh)-ahh-la-lies we advertise. Bastardized pidgin insult, a lingua franca of heroes and villains: Failure. I don't know it any more than I know success - it ain't my mess. I won't baby you, won't wipe your mouth when the shit-talk stops. Oh, stop.
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