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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Diary of a Dope FiendI scratch around the brim, I let my mind give in and the crowd begins to grin.

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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Diary of a Dope FiendBut they fail to see the anguish in my eyes, fail to see the anguish in my eyes.

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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Diary of a Dope FiendI peek into the hole, I struggle for control and the children love the show.

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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Diary of a Dope FiendI am so pretty and withdrawn.

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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Diary of a Dope FiendAre you still in love with me, Missi?

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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Diary of a Dope FiendPitiful fuck.

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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Diary of a Dope FiendThey will bite the hand, if it is slower than the quickness of there scrutinizing eyes.

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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Diary of a Dope FiendStars and pills and meatballs dance before our eyes.

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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Diary of a Dope FiendThe rabbits just a chicken in disguise.

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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Diary of a Dope FiendMy bag is in the hat it&#8217;s filled with this and that and my visions getting fat.