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Problem by mike bullock I've got a little problem It's eating me away I'm getting quite aggressive In what I do and say A poison that is spreading Into every vein and pore An itch I keep on scratching It's making me quite sore. Take it now before The Lord Give Him all your pain Give Him all your useless dreams Flush them down the drain Turn your eyes upon The One Who died to set you free He is your sure antidote To heal the devils spree. |
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