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fingers get blisters
What I blew that on? I cannot seem to remember

It's not even bragging (I like that)
It's okay, it's gonna be okay
Flyest nigga in

Money For Nothing

Dire Straits

Brothers in Arms

1985

that ain't workin', that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya, them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your

her
And she super looks like Finn
So now I'm kind of attracted to him

Is it the balls
Is it the blister of the balls
Is it the sister in American Falls

feel like im Kipper
He talkin head so I dm his sister
Shooters shoot niggas they pop em like blisters
Niggas is stalkin but wifin on tender
Kyrie Irving

qualcosa ti manca
Ok wow
L'ho fatto di nuovo ok
L'ho preso di nuovo ok
Butto questo blister ok
Voglio rimanere lucido
Sul tuo corpo un livido
Che ora

wanna hold your hand til I've got blisters

I've never known love could be this easy
Je veux qu tu moi crois
Baby, believe me

I wanna show you off like

Feeling like I’m hostage, feeling like I’m boxed in
Blisters rippling my skin, I'm feeling like I lost it
Throwing up, I rinse away the blood that’s

Hanging round I'm a drifter
Scarred and weathered I have blisters
Where I've been and who I've met
Well there's plenty things you don't know yet

in the shadows of blisters and cold

To whom it may concern
My words are pain and love
Of each body, I bruised
Was of a submissive truth

Dressed

A demon, leeching
I never should've kissed her
You know that ignorance is blisters

All my self-inflicted humor, humors me, comforts me
From the twisted

bitch thought I’d kiss her
Watch how you slime cause my cobras
Bitch on my line while I’m fucking her sister
Woods off the ks keep on giving me blisters

blister (blister blister)
More like their abbey been cursed (we cursed yeah)

I'm pickin' a fight
I'm pickin' a fight (tuh yes, yeah)
I'm pickin' a fight

realise
You sound like the rest of my life?
Can’t stop dancing with your ghost
Keep getting blisters on my toes
All of me loves all of you
All of me loves

like brother, like sister
Getting on like hand and blister
Me and the farmer

He's chopped down trees, planted trees
And helped the countryside

heart
But all her dreams about to start

She is soft, and she is tender
She is anger and resentment
She is toil and blisters sore
She's a widow of the war

Pretend that it’s snow
As we’re getting blisters
(Getting blisters getting blisters)
Can I be the one you’d die for
Spend the rest your time for
Imagine we

Get that bag, Getro
This summer’s just another hot winter
Cold thoughts but the heat still blister
Had a dream last night, I was with her
And I hate

to prove myself 
I'm sick of fighting tooth and nail 
To be seen by someone else 
I start a fire with my own two hands 
And the blister water leaves me in

blisters, The crucifixes 
Beloved gasps of death and fun
The fake agreements The masks we were in
End of the night, the morning Sun

But now the end

rezept
Ya wir sind stapler wir stapeln das cash
Ich leere das blister
Auf der terasse beobachte lichter
Nachtaktiv wie nachtsichtgerät
Fühl mich erst wohl

Shaking out rhythmical passcodes
It quakes my memory
While Dylan grew whiskers
Listening to Scissor Sisters
We talked about scars and blisters
While Dylan

butterfingers

You gave me so much pain
I'm scared to fall in love would rather get drunk again
I can barely hold on my hands full of blisters
I lost all I had

Only talking what I know
All I know I'm just pursuing
I cant ask for no assistance
I remember you was Truant

In this shit like its a blister
If you

Marching along marching along to the beat
Marching along ignoring the blisters on our feet
Marching on Afghanistan marching on to war
Not sure what