I dont feel fine,
how to long the time, the times and the rage
how to put to they, together in a bag
how to make the fire that blend the crime
tambien John lost the good good vista
perhaps in a war, maybe in the room
she cant keep off the sweet sweet red
and now John is pray a lot with his Dumont
I dont feel, feel feel fine
and the world never has today nevermind
all that I repeat is slowly felony
making lines smell the lies
always mind everything like a clash
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