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file not found
01:53
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by you, and your denial pile
there's a file you can't open called me
they took my son,
and they took my gun,
and they took my fun,
and they took my love,
for their corruption,
and their destruction!
by you, and your exile pile
there's a file you can't fill with your pity!
i ran the mile
and i pushed the dial,
and i have the scars,
and i took it to far.
i'm self taught!
there's a file you can't open called me.
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my son is the sun
02:06
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everything better be better for you
i hope i don't cause you pain and issues
you'll understand when you're younger what to do
i'm trying to be better cuz i love you
my son is the sun
i bought him a gun
we always have fun
he's my little sun
take your quotes
and stick em up your bum
your blaming is zero on my list
i hope that all your dreams come true
they say that i cannot see you
but i still have a view
my son is the sun
i bought him a gun
we always have fun
he's my little sun
take your quotes
and stick em up your bum
your blaming is zero on my list
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you were my baby
01:44
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i'm like a fucking balloon.
you keep letting me go.
i keep getting too high.
i'm like a fucking balloon.
you keep letting me go.
i keep getting too high.
baby...
you were my baby.
baby...
you were my baby.
i'm like my beer cans.
so fucking pissed inside.
i'm like my beer cans.
so fucking pissed inside.
baby...
you were my baby.
baby...
you were my baby.
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doomerang
02:01
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now i'm back with a flame
do you wanna dance
and hold my hand
cuz i'm feeling good
the very thought of you
makes me feel like i should
i came back for you cuz i'm a doomerang
it's not in vain
we're past the pain
it's up in the sky like a doomerang
in the clouds
we'll make our vows
throw my hands on you
so slow
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success on my dress
02:16
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they want you to come in their car
so they can cum in their car.
they want to take control of you,
and then they break you in two.
they hold the key to success.
success all over my dress.
i'm in the back of your mind.
i'm in the back of your car.
clutch clutch clutching a knife...
i'm in the back of your car.
i will attack you with a knife.
drive drive, driving too far.
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6. |
the art of dying
02:47
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dying is an art
i do it exceptionally well
i do it so it feels like hell
i do it so it feels like hell
the results are un guaranteed
you'll have to pray for me
but you can't help me
you say that you can't help me
the results are unguaranteed
you can't help me
doctors says i need more androgens
i swear it's not TB or cinnamon
i was selling halucinogenics
the results are unguaranteed
you'll have to care for me
but you can't help me
you can't help me
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