he died for free
im a homeless home invader,
go to war with the neighbors
want his wife for now not later
all the lashings for us to breathe,
think he died for us he died for free
think he died for us he died for free
car mole,
im in a hole,
its cold,
its all cool,
i dont even want to breathe,
think he died for us he died for free
think he died for us he died for free
it could happen to me
it could happen to me
it could happen to me
it could happen to me
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