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GIVE ME YOU GIVE ME YOU GIVE ME YOU
I hate this pain and I loathe my view You give me dust I give you strength You show me rust and I send you great I'm tired of your hair it smells like rat I'm tired of your smile your teeth can rot I'm sick of your voice you talk too much And I pity your mom who probably loves you too much But give me you, please, give me you. I love the pain and I need a screw.
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