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This grin is shit-eating and fleeting like a catamaran It fits me better than a smile on a dead man Watch the hands of the ticking clock for emotional rock I've strangled necks of ages with the fabric...
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[alarm buzzes] [alarm stops] [break up the concrete by the pretenders] there was a red brick road where I grew up on ♪ and a pretty stone wall around a fragrant lawn ♪ fish in the pond that sparkled...
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