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Crossroads.

Going Down to the crossroads.
Going to have myself a shite.
Going down to the crossroads.
Time will be twelve midnight.
It will be dark and empty.
So to have a shite will be alright.
And once i drop that baby.
Yeah my gut is going to be goddamn alright.
Yeah going down to the crossroads.
Before it gets to damn bright.
So in the peaceful darkness of the night.
I will be able have a gut wrenching goddamn shite.
Going down to the crossroads.
But I’m not going to sell my goddamn soul.
Going down to the crossroads.
To empty my goddamn arsehole.
 

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