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Hey tramps!!!

Smoke your cigarettes!

Smile and Inject your drugs!! (yourselves)

But it all doesn´t have a reason...for me

Because I speak what I think about it

I speak what I think x3

I speak what I think about it....

My old friends were young and healthy

But now...They are sick or dead....haha

Girl...

Before you were hard like a lady....

But now...You are easy like a bitch, babe...

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Their families are disappeared...why??

I don´t know and you don´t ask for me....

The death chases your children...

And the devil knows the tools....haha

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