it binds that, it fettered that, i am right like that, he connected that
he has a grip on it; i can blow your matter better than that
i walked thru saran wrap and staples to find u
i probably burn right thru u like that
lying beside me it is more than that
my house is on my chin
my chin is stapled
my chin and my
rice are falling
the valley is falling
i have staples u never knew
u are my chin
who is the scar and the person in my jaw and my united states
u have not informed the measles not to roast
my dark horse is useless
my dark horse is volatile
dark horse with her word
dark horse, u by twilight
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