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Twenty four five days runningSo my knife has rustedBut I cut the apple in halfOh yeah, Porter, can you help me?Twenty four six days runningSo this meat is half cookedI don't like to rush any taskOh yeah, Ruler, can you kick me?It's all over my daylightThis brain stopped growingA tree is known by it's fruitI consider myself deadTwenty four seven days runningFortune turned against meThis runner lost his wayOh yeah, Breeder, can you scold me?Twenty four- long days runningIt's getting colder day by dayThe soldier asked for leaveOh yeah, Waiter, tea for one, pleaseIt's all over my daylightThis brain stopped growingA tree is known by it's fruitI consider myself dead From Letras Mania