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Slow Mass
Slow Mass
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There's little pain
Not all acute
You stubbed your toe through
The hole in your shoe
The weight hits hard
Through fistful smiles
You swim for hours
And get real close
A filterless cig
A rubbing alcohol swig
A newborn fib
And a losers lisp
Holy roller, don't lose your number
Or you can't play my game
We buckle and swing
Oh Virginia, sweet disappointment
I hardly knew ya, relief rings true
A filterless cig
A rubbing alcohol swig
A newborn fib
And a losers lisp
Written by: Slow Mass
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