<!-- Page Code:Qml0dGVyiFJ1aW4gLSBTdGFtcGVkZSBMeXJpY3M= -->Not gone back, back, backNot gone back with that knife I seeTo invade my chestBreak me at my best tear up at meBut I will not functionI don't live life for loving youI can solve a puzzle, I can make me moneyI don't need to be approved by youStampedeAs weSleepYour attack won't make a surface scratchOn meCat-like claw, claw, clawGums out
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