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Are you ready for bad poem? One off key anthem Let your teeth in me as I was not as I am And I said "I'll check in tomorrow if I don't up dead," I kept wishing she had blonde and she'd let it go to my head
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We're all fighting old We're all fighting old In the Of a few more To get on St. list But you need to lower standards 'Cause it's Getting any better this
We are professional ashes of This kerosene's You your score This is where you come to beg, and unshaven fields of fire to a congress of ravens This is we do, we nightmare you
I'm to make the sweat roll backwards And your beat in reverse Our guts can't be As alone as a white church in the middle of the desert Getting But I'll take your heart served up two I sing a bitter I'm the lonelier of you I just don't where I went wrong
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We're all fighting old all fighting growing old In the Of a few minutes To get on St. list But you to lower your standards it's never Getting any than this
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sick and she's wrong She's young blonde And you sink inside her a suicide bomb He says "I've bigger" She "I've lit better" And they throw the matches down the glitter Not a dry eye left in the Go boy, go boy, run for life Go boy, go boy, run for your Go boy, go boy, run for life
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Are you for another bad poem?