Paroles de Terminal Itch
They claimed it was the keyTo everlasting beauty
The masses flocked
They couldn't keep it in stock
After a year
The side effects appeared
A tingling of the face
Became an itch that none could take
Now the girls decompose
With their pretty skulls exposed
Became an itch that none could take
Now the girls decompose
With their pretty skulls exposed
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