"Will it go, those who listen;
Are you listening or?" you say...
Abby's pillow, while the wrath of his watering is moaning,
You're welcome, it doesn't hurt, it's upside down...
Out of nowhere, they put my name, sister,
He turned his back and left, everyone to me,
I said let me speak, both words,
She hit me with a slap and left, like this on my neck.
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