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Earlimart
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700 100
Don't remember a thing (Left ear a permanent ring) You were fortunate born From a shit-hole up north.
Caught in a crowd, With people thinking allowed, Your little heart is torn From the inside out.
I was crawling back home down on my knees While you were sleeping with heart-fever disease. I'm hearing voices, Mixed up messages Of 700 more than 100.
Another kick in the ribs, The one you'll never forget, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But what were you hoping for Lying down on the floor?
Making amends Instead of washing your hands? I'll say it in reverse so you understand.
I was crawling back home down on my knees While you were sleeping with heart-fever disease. I'm hearing voices, Mixed up messages Of 700 more than 100.
I'm hearing voices, Mixed up messages Of 700 more than 100.
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