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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Wrapped in PlasticThe righteous father wears the yellowist grin.

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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Wrapped in PlasticGuilt is a snake we beat with a rake to grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake.

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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Wrapped in PlasticFeed it to us to squirm in our bellies twisting our guts make our spines to jelly.

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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Wrapped in PlasticDrove the children from their chores.

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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Wrapped in PlasticHandcrafted housewives into whores.

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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Wrapped in PlasticFear of the beast is calling it near.

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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Wrapped in PlasticCreating what we&#8217;re hating, it&#8217;s only fear that is here.

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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Wrapped in PlasticCome into our home, won&#8217;t you stay.

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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Wrapped in PlasticI know the steak is cold but its wrapped in plastic.

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 &raquo; Трек &raquo; Wrapped in PlasticI&#8217;m only as deep as the self that I dig.