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[Copypasta]LEGO Yoda CBT lyrics
[Verse 1]
Crush my cock with a rock I must.
Maximum pain I must endure.
Ok, here we go.
[Chorus]
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
[Verse 1]
Crush my cock with a rock I must.
Maximum pain I must endure.
Ok, here we go.
[Chorus]
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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