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made this lyric
grand ma in mad max days
mended with leather and suede
no thanks
no need
for a magic lotion
i rather
puke in slow motion
no need to manipulate
from heaven with a stare
i 'll guide you
to terminal care
yes yes this bird is rare
picks away all your maidenhair
don't look
around
for what's left
enjoy the overvieuw
from graves with every breath
no i ain't jumping
from
the psychosebridge
it's my parashute
with which i land
on your heart
that same old fridge
the intro i imagined whit this song is a bit 'unpolite' so i leave that part
if you really wanna know
you still can pm for that
weekend is started
allright
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