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4th, July.
Open my heart
and my veins.
Slithering into my blood
and lulling me home again.
I feel it coming over like a storm again
I tried,
I really did.
But I couldn't turn this piss to wine
and my veins.
Slithering into my blood
and lulling me home again.
I feel it coming over like a storm again
I tried,
I really did.
But I couldn't turn this piss to wine
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