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You god damned alabaster bastards, shaking constitution soft as a sandcastle. Your fickle words don’t make me bat one lash. But, I got shackled to the same ol’ boat. Got me on my knees praying to Holy Smoke. Oh! I’d rather die, than see you pacified. Well, I could never lie or fawn but every now and then I need the denouement something more than just means to an end. Blasé billows drifted in the dead of night, leaving brittle bones to crumble by the morning light. No you won’t get an ounce of sympathy from me. ‘Cause I’ve been working at this all my life, and after everything I’ve sacrificed I won’t feel remorse for heresy. Well, I could never lie or fawn but every now and then I need the denouement something more than just means to a...More than just a means to get by. And I’ve been praying for so long for just a little of your time to prove I’m right; deserving this time. Am I right? I could never lie or fawn but every now and then I need the denouement. And I can’t sing that I’m unique but all these hypocrites can just create debris and you celebrate ‘em, and then you hate ‘em, I wonder if it’s even worth creating something more than just means to an end.
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