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You're a dope and a fiend for the show
I know it will stretch as we go
Unfollowing the current
It's a great stride
I think you're drunk from the faucet and sink
Poor luck and the taste is distinct
It's such a wash of chlorine
Don't come to ring my door
But I don't think that I'm replaceable
A move but now it seems that I'm unshakeable
Death to the pain
I'm cellophane
Beloved and unworthy but it's deep below
Aim another kind of to the face like so
Death is on its way
How long I would stay here

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