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The metro reeks of farts held in.
my head is starting to hurt again
this time it's forced, talkin'
brows furrowed like a raisin
i know exactly what is the reason
and i don't want it to stop
it's comforting knowing some things can bother me
again
and again and again and again
my head is starting to hurt again
this time it's forced, talkin'
brows furrowed like a raisin
i know exactly what is the reason
and i don't want it to stop
it's comforting knowing some things can bother me
again
and again and again and again
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