Rattata taps at the back end of the attack Black glass shines through the stony white mass I made. Back up to stay cucked and plucked of the feeling you can't trust. Oh fuck, what have I done? Shunned and stunned from the sun's clown gun Wasn't it fun to run away from the grunts and punts you paid me? I can take it. Seriously. You fell to the fall of the way you stopped looking for a reason to call Took the time to heal completely Didn't mean much to the feeling But hey, at least you stayed in touch with me.
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