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Another Summer of Hate. (Remove filter)

None of You Truly Know

None of You Truly Know.

 

     ‘They’ say they admire me, for holding back

On my fists, then taking a beating

For the mercy I give.

And oh to be in England during

The summer don’t mean a shit,

Unless shared with a Zulu

You’ve married and had kids.

And she’d tear you an arsehole if

You question her ‘Id.’

I know full fucking on, with the scars

She has give.

Bu...

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Another Summer of Hate.

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