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Andrew Jackson Jihad
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Randall's House
I've got the rotten apple core feeling Dying like a living ghost Now I'm lying on the ground not making a sound Thinking I love you the most
And I hope our candles flicker and die So that our hearts don't burn to the ground Down, down, just like Randy's house
When you kissed me on the cheek with a gun I became a setting sun Now you're heading west bound while I'm lying on the ground Thinking you were the one
And I hope our candles flicker and die So that our hearts don't burn to the ground Down, down, just like Randy's house
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