<!-- Page Code:U2xlYXRlci1LaW5uZXkgLSBBiE5ldyBXYXZl --> Well every day I throw a little party What I feel will be my victim, victim And every time I come a little higher Should I leap a gun living, living Hear his voice is venomous and thrilling In the head that I was calling, calling But I only got the good away ??? So I'm not falling for the falling, falling No one here is taking
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