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Filthy Hands
The walls are breathing
and heaving, no sighs of relief,
they're tired of hearing me speak.
They better change the tune real quick
or I'm gonna paint them hot pink.
and heaving, no sighs of relief,
they're tired of hearing me speak.
They better change the tune real quick
or I'm gonna paint them hot pink.
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