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Club in Club Soda make way to my liver
From slow to go fast from last to the first
What taste would you prefer for your river?
Please tell me what quenches your thirst
Chance at a glance with a glint of you yearning
Without the doubt with thanks to this drink
Your cigarette gets cold and my coffee is burning
How about “why so?” and “what do you think?”
I had a heart attack but I’m back and inquiring
My friend I depend on the end of incessancy
The mess in me cleans I’m relentlessly admiring
Draw my chalk outline as fast as the rest in me
Death is a test in me
You have the best of me
Put
Your pretty face
In the middle of a murder scene
Go ahead
Already dead
Ran over with your Limousine
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