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If words were a weapon
afire they would be
apon your sorry ass
that iwould love to see
Im channeling anger
in a different way
its not very productive
but inside it stays
Somedays its hard
others the same
stupid fucking people
you all to blame
But then I find out
its not you - its me
where am I going with this
doesn't matter I see
afire they would be
apon your sorry ass
that iwould love to see
Im channeling anger
in a different way
its not very productive
but inside it stays
Somedays its hard
others the same
stupid fucking people
you all to blame
But then I find out
its not you - its me
where am I going with this
doesn't matter I see
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