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Wake upget a cupFill itspill itdown my throatswish splishsplash my facelook and seelook at mefind the flawsinvisible clawsfix and pickdon’t feel..

A kickto the gut, I’m sicktrapped in a dreamI screamjust let me dieI cryPut the gun to my headpull the trigger, now I’m deadBut I’m ..

My words bark,My smile wags,My wit bites,And my tale drags.

Come on, cowboy kidwhere you running offtrying to escape the gridwith such a nasty coughYou know you can’t hidenot from your diseaseyou’re..

This is the gospelof the carnala hostelfor the lonely.and this is the prayerwithout any flairto have my heart sparedbefore it’s too late.I&rsquo..

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