cut yer guts out.
burn yer house down.
speak soft there're traitors around.
less time than you think,
and more hunters
with sharp wit.
i saw them coming
but still tripped.
chew my bones girl.
i came here just for you.
we would look good sleeping with the fishes.
smokin sea weed.
blowin bubbles.
couldnt help but to
forget yer toubles.
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