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get in on that bit a bit I just lay low I know how ta hit it put it in the mail where it get sent to where the walls are too close to the minute of infinite spell it out loud until the mind is filtered the injustice from the trust and the clouded back way to us where games are only played by the likes of minds like Confucius I'll place my bets while its holding still cant tell a lie and I know it in my will you the only star I'm seeing in the atmosphere but you can't tell your wife because it isn't really clear I got more then what gets revealed cant talk now my ears can't hear and I am about to disappear from holding my sandwich n hanging onto fear
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