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Arslan

Asshole. Thats your code name. Don't bother with a disquise; we know that you're the same. You're muscle-y and beefy (oh yeah), my mouth is spent. You

I kind of feel I've lost the words and the reasons I sit at home, Drinking by myself I get a headache from the things I believe in The simple truths

You speak of Rastafari, but how can you justify belief In a god that's left you behind? You've simply filled the gap between the upper and lower class

well, contrary to what you think and what you've seen on mtv you don't have to be an asshole all the time watch me as i take this knife out of my back

I've got an ache And it yearns like they will do Oh, it's true I got him, but before him I had you After the fall Came the winter and the spring He

Good god almighty! The phantom body He's gone and done it again, you know he's at it again And it's the last thing you should ever do But if you look

Tu t'rappelles quand tu disais que j'fesais parti d'ces gosses Qui ne s'en sortiront jamais intenable et bien trop feroce Qui salissaient ton sang a

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Tu t'rappelles quand tu disais que j'fesais parti d'ces gosses Qui ne s'en sortiront jamais intenable et bien trop feroce Qui salissaient ton sang a