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You want a blue sky, how provincial |
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Focus the dead eye upon the guard of the liars |
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Kinetoscoping not to fear a thing |
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Not anacondas under the cover of liars |
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Poseying in prose again, Mount Toby friends are make pretend |
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Never offered cover model jobs outside of Factory Hollow |
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So I'm the god of the liars |
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A truss construction never fears a thing |
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Look through the onion skin under the guard of the liars |
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New position minus friction, X-game starlet earns the mention |
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No-way ticket trained in consent, kissing cousins' train's a-coming |
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Puff puff |
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Now I'm the god of the liars |