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			<title>A womans worth</title>
			<description>Listen up closely, I&amp;rsquo;m talking to the boysWhy call girls B*****s and treat them all like toys&amp;nbsp;Why play with their emotions and think them to be foolsThey&amp;rsquo;re human beings like you and me stop treating them like tools&amp;nbsp;Why take away their innocence and turn them out to..</description>
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			<title>Father Father</title>
			<description>My father My Father why have you forsaken meI called out your name but you said you aint taken meKnocked on your door but the sign said no vacancyI HATE YOU FOR THAT!! But I thank you for making me&amp;nbsp;Now I&amp;rsquo;m coming back to you and demandin the throneSo I can show u that I learne..</description>
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			<title>Bombs over Broad Street</title>
			<description>Another day another casualtySoldiers in casual teesNo fear No cause Drip bodies so casually&amp;nbsp;Fallen ones seen as royaltyWe fight to show loyaltyA civil war on our own soil Foot soldiers collect spoils&amp;nbsp;White Powder Contraband, purchased in cold bloodIn exchange for little..</description>
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			<title>Tangible Heart</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I look into your eyes so beautiful and brown Without a single word u pick me up when I am downMy finger in your fingers my hand inside your handsA feeling in my stomach that I still don&amp;rsquo;t understand&amp;nbsp;Being tempted by your lips with my fingers on your hipsRunning down yo..</description>
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