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30 pieces of silver (by stevie deeeeeeeeee)
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When i woke up this morninig i caugt my self a sleep.
Pass me a drink i cried but already my cup runeth over.
pass me a hit i need to get high, who the hell doyou think your are isalasi.
now am awake i can see clear now the acid rain as gone.
all of the bad feelings still wont disapear.
waiting for an angel one to carry me home
waiting for an angel because i dont want sleep alone.
oh no here comes that sun again it means another day with out you again
down on the corner mr jack horner
hell put in thumb and pull out plum
and ill beg let this cup pass by me
but for 30 pieces silver ive made my choice
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