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From now on
I make haste
To carry my skin
Into the arm
Must of ? ? ? ? ?
Never less
Never less
Cuaght might grow in to a mind that eats
Like a big taste lie

I've laid low
From now on
This is a joke
When he sees the skin rought on me
Play low
From now on
This is a joke
Can I see the skin rot
On a dog stray's hide
From now on   I make haste   To carry my skin   Into the arm   Must of ? ? ? ? ?    Never less   Never less   Cuaght might grow in to a mind that eats   Like a big taste lie      I've laid low   From now on   This is a joke   When he sees the skin rought on me   Play low   From now on   This is a joke   Can I see the skin rot   On a dog stray's hide
 
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