Proxies —
They don’t like my proxies
Need to hack me a grub
Yeah they don’t like my proxies
Just don’t wanna give my blood
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With a great effort, the rug is moved to one side of the room, revealing the dusty cover of a closed trap door.
They don’t like my proxies
Need to hack me a grub
Yeah they don’t like my proxies
Just don’t wanna give my blood
Categorised as: [OC] Original Content | Blogs | Lyrics, Poetry
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