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El Chupacabra feeds off of goats, They rely on the blood from their throats. But soon all the goats will be gone  And they will have nothing to feed their spawn. They go out and search under the moonlight,
it’s 2017 the closet doesn’t have a door there’s still monsters inside amongst binders and gender-neutral clothes   if you’re a millennial
Land of gold A workers paradise That's what we stood for Working hard with all our might   People from all over the precious globe Trying to start a new They knew it would not be easy
Everyday is a living day  As i see people come and go by For some people is tragedy  For some others is heaven Twenty-two seven, Wandering in the streets Writing my life on these sheets
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