For none of these fuckers will ever know, what I think as I go. No... no not one last time. Not for me not for you. Not for what I find may scare me more than if I stayed blind. I've shot the pig. I've drawn the line.
I've got my nine under my shirt.
Don't worry you won't get hurt. In my head ring blood tones that make me feel less alone. Biting nails cleaning guns
Biting nails cleaning guns
I've got my nine under my shirt.
Don't worry you won't get hurt. In my head ring blood tones that make me feel less alone. Biting nails cleaning guns
Biting nails cleaning guns
Bad boy: Now, we're forced to do extreme
things, make some money and get the fuck out of there!
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