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Would you exist without all the fists the music for you.
dressed up like a full-bodied anarchist.
Right down to your views. It's more points that break.
no threat. Little promise to your life, so you take it out on music.
Your talk is cheap, I don't to hear it.
Go preach to your fucking choir. You piss and for what's no longer your own.
You're on the motives of my friends.
I understand what saying, what you're going through, but your point never ends.
The ticket price. The songs you write.
"We've got out eyes on you. The internet is a minute away. I'm telling on you."