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Loser (by Kevin Edwards)
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throgh the night and day i wait to say something so weet to let you know it will be okay, but deep inside i know its not okay you will die soon and be up their with the heavens and the moon soory babe its ime to die kiss my lips, your gonna fry i love you
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