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We bang b-bang b-bang bang out loud. That's a whipper snapper trapped beneath my grip on the fire ladder. Punch toothy ticks 'til they find homes like three ruby clicks. Hawk styles but you never got the grit right. Za razliku od ostalih koji rade svoje stvari, svoje tekstove, ja prvo pravim balasevid. He's only bones by the time the ungodly body's sighted.

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