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The far thin donkey you can catch
You make me die out of style
I live the touch of your Sally Third
Much less important than you think
I count the smiles in the drain
sweet arbitrary confrontations
Woah you can give me back what I had
creative telepathic government
Oh My God hollywood won't you Drop my name
Drop my name
You've done so much bad with your time
so many decisions made wrong
your personality is flawed
do you think you are ready to turn you life around.
but It's never done spinning me
so many infections are here
don't try to make them disapear
do you think you are ready to turn you life around.
It's convincing her that's it's time
he contradicts himself today
he will repeat it anyway
I didn't ask for salad or a picture of it
I didn't ask for food although I should
Iron's a tease for me and I can't capture in it
but I rely on cops and other gods
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