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floored, I don't feel right so much flavor he's sick you know give up love your arm suffers so I can invite her spit I don't feel right so much flavor I'm sick but don't trip. love, I don't feel right so much flavor he's very, very sick give up love your arm suffers so she can invite all of our spit I don't feel right so much flavor I'm sick but don't trip eyes are shut crib cries flush loose teeth pistol whipped she faints you're gone bye, bye God she's so sick of being second taste dies sex when high heart goes limp she cares you're gone bye, bye God she's so sick of being second God she's so sick of being second God it's such a sin to be second have you ever witnessed full blown romance and there ain't no question they held hands like we did and your love thank you for having me I've witnessed timeless love You're gone bye, bye I don't feel right, I don't feel right I don't feel right God she's so sick of being second never again God it's such a sin to be second From Letras Mania