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The Morning after pill.Slowly the sunlight is built from a rustichorizon.Manufactured for disaster.Igniting fires faster.ChorusBiteyour tongue, you sound so shitty.I run these streets and rock this city.Ifilled this mold with heart and soul.Your sad excuses are getting so old.Soold. So old. So old.Fragile and filthy, comes crawling across from thesidewalk.She is mangled, flesh is tangled, Black and blue from beingstrangled.ChorusBite your tongue, you sound so shitty.I run thesestreets and rock this city.Letras de cancionesI filled this mold with heart and soul.Your sadexcuses are getting so old.So old. So old. So old.Make me Take me Fuckme now.I've got this city in the palm of my hands.Satjtrshrbwsgluyfgoakbuycgtayufo abver y vftlzyuhfqp7o984tyq0p7jc4tfxnukliew8bvy9gc SO OLD From Letras Mania