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'Tis the White Wall
 

 
Tisí the white wall
That makes me still
Tis the white wall
That makes me kill

No erasers
No laces
No races
Only baby steps, and turtle paces

Tisí the white wall
That makes me still
Tisí the white wall
That makes me Ill

By Hot Stud

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