You got, I want. You got, I want. You got, I want. You got, I want. I can't tell you why you're crying. I can only tell you to wipe your tears away. You see something that's inside me.
(Suicidal Tendencies). . (From F.N.G. compilation, 1992). . Lying on my back, wheeled under blinding light. Shackled restraints resist my attempted fight.
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