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Child Bride
Child BrideYou were my best friend'Til your dad slapped the living shit out of youIn front of meAnd I could seeYou leave your bodyAnd I knew we were throughWell you let me keep your DreamcastWhen she picked up and moved you southYou didn't sayAnd I went one day to call on youAnd found an empty houseSkeletor of the Liquor storeThe bitch took you awaySome years later I played in OrlandoYou came out and your hair was box dye blackYou told me all about your new girlfriendHow she turned you on to crackI said man I can'tMy heart wouldMy heart would explodeSlow the years downLose your twentiesLoaded all the time
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