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I hope it's done before I wake up try to burn the sun your quality is one somewhere it's sad a taste of salt and pepper turned you red but you didn't know it now what you feed is not a bigger trump you're looking out for scientistic weather struggle in to stagger it out I need to know how long you've been a crippled dog you know it's done before I woke up you have burnt the sun your quality has won what you need is not a bigger trump you're looking out for scientistic weather struggle in to stagger it out I need to know how long you've been a crippled dog I can't mix it with these waters drag you from the slaughter's sauce my hopeless sauce my hopeless sauce? From Letras Mania