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old aunt mary lost her legs to the knife. We're going over tonight to look at it again. I won't ever sell you out, like a fish thrown back in a double knit tweed and a bad men's scent, but I'm in love with a defeatists and wild for magazines I'm not just some boy breathing down your neck I'm absolutely the most important man in the world and my fucking kids will play two sports apiece, old aunt may wih purple feet From Letras Mania