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Lies arise in this demise.

mother fucking drunk and going low low
I don't know, no
if I should go because all I know
is that I hate oranges and butterflies
running rise anything you know dies we rise,
lies heaven gives back with coffins,
I lost that battle
I won that war
cuase I hit you, you hit me,
suck it up I know you owe me bitch!

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