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rock paper scissors
i cut you
rock paper scissors
rock paper scissors
i cut you
rock paper scissors
i make a trip when i'm out of fun
i cut you in
come on let's go for a fall
i make a trip when i'm out of fun
i cut you in
come on let's go for a fall
i make a trip when i'm out of fun
i cut you in
come on let's go for a fall
i make a trip when i'm out of fun
i cut you in
come on let's go for a fall
i don't need none of this stress in my life i had to cut that bitch off
i cut that bitch off
i cut that bitch off
i don't need none of this stress in my life i had to cut that bitch off
i cut that bitch off
i cut that bitch off
keep telling me that i switched up
i cut 'em off
cut 'em off
keep telling me that i switched up
i cut 'em off
cut 'em off
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in the silent hour i can hear them. i pray to the mother. but the mother doesn't love my soul. in the blackened earth lay my secrets. the hounds of hell know everything. at the moon they howl. i cut away
i get away
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in the silent hour i can hear them. i pray to the mother. but the mother doesn't love my soul. in the blackened earth lay my secrets. the hounds of hell know everything. at the moon they howl. i cut away
i get away