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Worn out. Gone. Ocean calmly lowers bodies. Offering. |
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And a whim's condition as night falls. It spills diseases into mental sores. |
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Mind (mine) exploding, you fucking liar. Mind (mine) exploding, you fucking liar. |
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Lines form short man's view. Cassandra's curse. Prophet's eyes see the truth they |
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perceive as lies. |
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This controls my mind. |
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After supper all (or) much fatter. How to reconcile this matter ? |
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This controls my mind. |
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Lies disfigured one on the top. Oh, yeah. No distinction. The soaking sing. I recognize |
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??? Oh, yeah. |
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A screaming phrased an ill contempt. Oh, yeah. It's not worth it. Not worth it. Oh, |
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yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. |
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This controls my mind. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. This controls my mind. |
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Oh, yeah ... This controls my mind. Oh, yeah ... This controls my mind. Oh, yeah ... |
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This controls my mind. Oh, yeah ... This controls my mind. Oh, yeah ... |
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Oh, yeah ... |
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So whose resolve cant stop them now. Raving mad so very small. Kisses dust storm |
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wave good-bye. Have no need to scrape so high. |
