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E, A Come right back. Buy all that they have. Convenient disguise, We distantly laugh You are eleven. 1997. God is implicit. Your luck is consistent. And no I can not see into the future, No I cannot breathe underwater.
BBiAt your last word, I Call out to you, This place is vile, and I’m vile too.
EMy gal and father, AVomit and water, EWe’re not alone here, AWe invent our own fear. EAnd separately we wiAll see Echaos condolence dAefeat
EAnAd now in this place, You talk to my shell You keep double wides You dream in motels
And my words are ugly, And you can’t discern me, God’s buried under, Your damaged wonder And no I cannot see into the future, No I cannot breathe underwater.
BWiAthB sabers and sticks, we'll run to our peace AKeBpt Aundisclosed and told of a memory.
EAnAd in this dejection, lives a connection Tattoo your vain silence And all my resistence, We’ll cut our hands agape and manifest Compassion we'll lose with time and test