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she asked me son when I grow old, will you buy me a house of gold and when your father turns to stone will you take care of me
I'm fairly local, I've been around, I've seen the streets
I ponder of something great my lungs will fill and then deflate
I I I I've got a migraine, and my pain will range from up down and sideways thank god it's Friday cuz Friday's will always better than Sunday's cuz Sunday's my suicide day
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