.With our hearts of tin
To match these, scars on our faces
Weâve got all sorts of baggage
From gods favorite placeâs
Weâve got minds dark as coal
Fueled by, illicit thoughts
Weâve got a pimp called regret
And your gonna tell me what?
THEY CANâT DEAL WITH
WHATâ.
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