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She clocks in every day to keep food on your plate n' wastes her life away much to her dismay the real "tough guy" shit your hands, on her lips you burry your fingertips between your mistress hips... i would choose to drown before i'd take your hand and laugh aloud as you destroy your band n' hours later.. crawl into bed with "un-suspecting wife" she says, "honey would you please put the knife away?" she begs, "it must have met, a thousand backs today" does it make you think does it make you wonder? Let this remind you of simplistic things you said Do you recall all the friends you left for dead? I am a dying breed but I've been spared & left to breathe To haunt you, n' de-throne you... de-nounce you From Letras Mania