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slangin' rocks in the house of god - comadre 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.

- comadre lyrics

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