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Music. Damn. I'd die without it, I just know I would. I'd waste away to nothing because it's like air to me. I got up and sang in front of all the private voice students today at Northlake. I'm pretty fucking proud of myself right now, and I got to hear some other amazing singers too. I still have to go Thursday and sing in front of 8 music
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the parasites are excited when you're dead
eyes bulging, entering your head
and all your thoughts...yeaaah..they rot!
god and satan gamble when you're dead
beams of light, one sprite, the other bourbon instead
and all your thoughts...yeaaah..they rot!
it was hot and time was sticking to my skin
we're all a punchline to a joke that they won't let us in on
and all your thoughts...yeaaah..they rot!
(repeats over and over forever till you are dead)
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