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The unity of me seems a lot like yourself...Edges frayed worn down my luck...Eligible prize to die for...You're to die for...In the makeshift rain my luckiest number...My most hopeful trait...Bits and pieces...I could put them together but it still won't bring you to me...Miss Grenadine...You were a teacher...The best I had...Apple was bruised I gave you...Now eat and gaze...It's on the side of me that ain't right...But I know that you're to die for...And I know I cauterize my left side breaks...I don't deserve you they're right...The whole gang agreed I was on my own...In her volcanic cluster the world condom broke...Glad you lost her...Can't grab it that low...Slashers skulk in my outer...Never fake their way in...Shrinking and lonely with a crowd in my eye...Measuring gold sparkles in your lab in the sky
You Complain
wordsby Ryan Dahle, music by the aoe
What lures what traps...Intentions are fast snaps...Fast snaps...A zipper a cage...From your whisper to rage everytime...Every single time...The bleeding obvious bold as you complain...All of it adds up to your triple x...No one knows why you can't sell it...Lucky but how much is giveaway...You want to win don't you...Everybody does...Choose to be over your own instinct...Listen me down listen me down...Why can't we believe in ourselves...Maybe even each other...Happens over here you scream
HATA BİLDİR
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