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Tropipunch Contusion Quarantine Solo Tango Solo (Twice)

so cold so chill, tis a'most dawn.
fake
� � �punch / sucker punch (Suck This, succor(rrr).
see wha'more
� � � �your love has give me
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �free f'me, (f'me on'ly)
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � time f'me for death (of me when-
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � the Lord shall fancy to summoning
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �(me), as if some tone deaf
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � scofflaw )

Y'canno help but notice
� � � � � � � � � � � � �such things
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � when here �comes
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � autumn, just before spring.
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �Not
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � even
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � god
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �can intervene. (No even god
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � can
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � catch
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �a lousy glimpse).

No such law is gonna exe-cute you, booby-boo de doo. Death Row is closed
� � � � � � � for � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �the � � � � � � � � �Duration

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