oh little leaves of bleed.dont be so far ahead of me.i got to love it three, dont be dont seem, so far ahead of me.dont drag, dont bag, dont cut off the jetlag yet, i was gonna bet the set.dont dream dont scream dont seem so reliant.it was about the shout and the egg i was fryin.dont die dont try, whats inside of my eye? im a liar yes i know and to the tombstone yes we go but im not afraid of judgement day.jesus off and ranned away.
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