I stole the bottle of gin from over the counter and ran,
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I knew I'd been seen. I scarpered stifling giggles down
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the street and hid round a corner on a side street.
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I heard him huffing and the sound of his big feet against
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the paving, he was getting close. As he rounded the corner
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i sighted him up down the barrel of the gun and on seeing
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his expression change to one of horror + confusuib jerked
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back the trigger. His body was jolted back by the force of
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the bullet + his feet flew foward. I saw a bright little rivulet
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of blood are into the air and I slid the gin into the waistband
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of my trousers.
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Who you fuckin lookin at?
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Who the fuck you lookin at?
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Who the fuck you lookin at?
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Who the fuck you lookin at?
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Is there really a thing like feeling too much?
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Can you really escape + numb the real?
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There's a way of saying, a way of sayin a shape - I feel a
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certain shape and it's complicated it's not like a square or
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a circle It's like crystal or diamond, it's clean, hard,
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unfathomable and it ends in an augmental kiss
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It ends in an augmental kiss
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Who the fuck you lookin at?
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Who the fuck you lookin at?
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Who the fuck you lookin at?
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Who the fuck you lookin at?
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Rock Stars are NOT cool
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They're full of his guy they call satan,
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Kids stuff oozing from their mouths.
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They wear the shoes of dead soldiers shot by soldiers, valium
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horses trotting squeezing through their rasberry blood.
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Sometimes I feel so stoopid I wanna quit - get out of it cus
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I hate this world and everyone in it - The fat Bald men who
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run it - the fat bald men
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Who the fuck you lookin at?
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Who the fuck you lookin at?
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Who the fuck you lookin at?
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Who the fuck you lookin at?
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Who The Fuck?
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