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Ninety Pound Wuss - Junk lyrics
The need to realize Shot, shot, shot, blank Staring down the barrel of my arm Shot, shot, shot, dead It's over drawn black Shot, shot, shot, red No restrictions Sucking eyes inward, immobile Bionic continuity Till death do us part |
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