Always the same old taste just new injury Well Ill wear the claws if youd like that Yeah if youd like that we can ride on a black horse A great new wave Hesparian death horse I can call you when i get back Yeah when I get back I will call But dont speak, dont say nothing In case we ever do meet again Somethings wrong with you Well I hope we never do meet again You always sharpen your teeth cause youre like that and youre like that everythime you pull heart back And her compacts carving deeper in your lap I would call but I forget where the phone is at Guess ill thalk to you when I get back Yeah when I get back I will call But dont speak, dont say nothing In case we ever should meet again there are some things wrong with you I hope we never do meet again I hope we never do meet again I hope we never do meet again Somethings wrong with you... and I hope we never do meet again
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