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Sewer song. Pack of beer. I’m sorrySewer song
I live in darkness and i everyday sing my song! Sewer song! x 2 I live this sewers, fucking mad I slept so long and only thing i need - to eat your fucking head
This is my sewer song – die, die, die, die
Pack of beer
i am lying on a couch please bring me pack of beer Bring me back my bear stop calling me a lzay ass i told you dear i cannot wait
i want some beer, asked you to bring some
I’m sorry I love you like beers But you love cutie queers With muscle cars and greasy sleeky hair
So grateful gate so perfect skin Outstanding hair bonded by bobby pin Bewitching smile with magic glowing glare
I sold my new guitar And bought a shiny car And cut my dirty sleeky hair
You still hate me ididnt cut my beard I wear tshirt of porngrind band on date And i puked on myself at the party yesterday
Im sorry im sorry No nonononononono Your stupid talks i still wont hear
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