Slangin' rocks in the house of God!

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    We could build a city in a single day,
    but in a couple of seconds we would try
    to bury our regrets.
    They dont make caskets like they used to, with escape buttons.
    So grab my chest and slip your fingers
    through my ribs, hold on to this blood machine inside
    because its all about to end.

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