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whispers... in the night send quite a bit of fright yesterday dreams of eating vanilla ice ceam outside in the street hearing people scream   going shadow boxing & I'm not lying
Dip them in a sauce   They'll be there when you are down    Potato chips rule. 
Cravings on my soul, Cravings on my spirit, let me see behind your thoughts; I wan't to taste your lyrics. I need you on my meals, There's no other substitute.
Sweet pepperoni I chew you in my lawn Damn, sauce on my shirt
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