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what would happen if you pussies listened to real music about loving the dead and killing your lover?
g-n-r is not even real zombie love.
try acid bath goofballs.
"She asked if it would hurt
I smiled and said no
The lie ran down my chin like embryo
She smiles like a corpse
Like zombies eatin' dust in Mexico
Life dries cold beneath the dead soul lights
When death sleeps, it dreams of you
Dead girl
There will never be another one to look in your eyes
Dead girl
There will never be another one that bleeds like you."
represent the south yo
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