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SINGER: DAAN
SONG:Angels
We had no trouble with the face of any plot when i'd been out stealing in a closet i was caught i said never but was the first to direct you caue your own suicide was legal as infractures i'm on a train without a traction i'm lost on a roid that owns a fraction i'm raising my stake while my time i'm spending on rubber dolls and outlaws but i tracked you to collect you protect you from mercy from morals and i never would neglect you for my angers my laughs that ain't rolling but your own genocide was mentally directed by forces sweet forces that deranged you or be cocked or outknocked by amazing staindrops but it's been so wrong it's been so long yes i've been a fool to be tempte to treat you for beating the record the simonized packard the girl on the roam that ain't never getting picked up smahsed up stuck inside a resto rumble i got the phone but i never get i dial tone angels could have crooked you could have booked you to go tripping in timbuktu but would you would you prefer to refer to your nephew white outlined curfew angels could have crooked you could have booked you to go triping in timbuktu but would you would you prefer to refer to your nephew white outlined curfew Forces no forces could retain you or be blocked our outknocked by outrageous pit stops but i've been so wrong yes i've been so long yes i've been so wrong to be there to protect you i'm not the wrecker the window or the mekka the man on the roam that ain't never getting backed up smashed up steering like a renegade rambler i got the phone but i never get a dial tone but instead i'm caling to rapped up and mapped up a stone a breeze a number one yeah i'm a song an open door while all my patients are rude while i'm inspecting the rodeo and not adore you or bore you but i'm about to warn you i got a lesson for you love is the rapture an honesty failure love is a record that i wont play for you angels could have crooked you could have booked you yo go tripping in timbuktu but would you would you prefer to refer to your nephew white outlined curfew
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