Medicines taby ukulele według The Taxpayers

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We came across a pharmacy with is 
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windows busted out.
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Pushed on through the broken glass, 
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and had ourselves a 
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look around; The medicines, that esculent macabre 
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for the mouth.

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We quickly filled our pockets with pills of every kind. All 
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sortsa shit like aspirin that soon colonized our minds
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And then we died.
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And then we died.

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But our rotting corpses lying there 
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soon began to 
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leak and grow these 
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lesions that all 
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smelled just like a 
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rose. And 
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all the blood and 
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guts inside us 
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germinated into timeless 
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pages stained with 
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lines of lovely 
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prose.

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