An unbeliever at risk, her life hangs by a thread.
Upset, not right, no more laying in bed.
A fool, I hate, the energy is loud.
She's too scared to admit, to split, she's proud.
With me, I'm fine, I'm on to the next one.
The "ones" that fun, the Aldebaran "Bun".
I hate Raphael, with passion I speak.
No more Ariel, no more snowy peak.
The coke, it aligns, it fit to be next.
No need to r…
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