it's geting cold in here i have a lot of fears not you but i don't know what gonna happen when i get out the world is my own prison you know were i'll be found when i come around well i heard it all before she isn't a five cent hore maybe you can i see her face it's been so long since i had a body to love the world is my own prison you know were i'll be found when i come around i drink beer all the time ya, i tell lies going down that i need for you things change, i love you the world is my own prison you know were i'll be found when i come aroundBirth sign: Virgo
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