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Death's pointed at your head. Your mind's on the trigger pull it. Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story. Scene of your rage. Death is not strange. Blood on the walls. You stand alone
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enjoy!. Got my weighted hammer and I'm bludgeoning skulls. They go SPLAT! Like a big juicy peach. Dead bodies everywhere, such a treat for the gulls. On the red brown sand of the beach. Bash and bludgeon
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like this, with you next to me. And although he's nothing in the scheme of my years. It just serves to bludgeon my futile tears. And I'm not use to this, no no, I observe yeah, I don't chase. But now I'm
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Death's pointed at your head, your mind's on the trigger pull it. Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story. Scene of your rage, death is not strange. Blood on the walls, you stand alone
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off a legal shot hit the edge and turn busting. The trendy setter shot Joey now his cousins bludgeon They ask for it, permanent vacation with no passport. Top ranked televisor of boxing as a sport. I
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battered jeans and your beastie tee. Now I can't work like this no,no with you next to me. And although he is nothing. in the scheme of my years. it just serves to bludgeon my futile tears. And I'm not use
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Death's pointed at your head. Your mind's on the trigger pull it. Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story. Scene of your rage. Death is not strange. Blood on the walls. You stand alone
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weekend, some real satisfaction. Mark volman & howard kaylan. A swedish apparatus with a hood and a bludgeon. With a microwave oven. "honey, how do it feel? " Everybody. Yeah. Ahhh Mark volman
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weekend, some real satisfaction. Mark volman & howard kaylan. A swedish apparatus with a hood and a bludgeon. With a microwave oven. "honey, how do it feel? " Everybody. Yeah. Ahhh Mark volman
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empty space full. Bludgeon corrode desecrate the body temple. Half the fools we know yes they sick style sprung. Deeper and further from ourselves I have always watched us run From the family
