comadre - slangin' rocks in the house of god lyrics
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we could build a city in a single day,
but in a couple of seconds we would try
to bury our regrets.
they don’t make caskets like they used to, with escape b-ttons.
so grab my chest and slip your fingers
through my ribs, hold on to this blood machine inside
because it’s all about to end.
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