I quit noticing long ago, when I started blending the quick with the slow.
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In on one kick, out on the other, trading one in for another,
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And I can't think, I can't walk, I can't talk
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With hands around my throat and fuck in my head,
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I can't even remember the last thing I did or said.
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Blend The Quick With The Slow
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| Le Shok |
