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To be gods. To be gods. And the grandma dies. Don't make us suffer to your life. They keep filming my bed, then I might just cry. Sprain my eye. Everybody, get out of here, get out of here, get out of here, get out of here, my baby.
Do you like freaks? I love freaks. I like freaks too. Can you look at my heart? Freaks. I love freaks too. I don't know if that's the lyrics, but like I thought that was the song. like so like i have freaks but i'm a freak uh eat dick