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He Might Wake Up.

Rest in peace.
It's best to spread judgement in whispers,
leaving my body alone.
Pharaohs and sultans leave each other alone.
We can't be late, especially when we're the main attractions
To a nationwide epidemic
Put on your fun hats
put on your brass knuckles
bring your metal pipe
I'll get my gun
Forget what I said
We've only just begun
Fuck me fuck me I hate my life
Written by knifesalesmen
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