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 Your number fakes coming along without youKnowing a shift took place Your father hooks a wing about you If you flail this broken sword around you`ll Cut nothing up Again we`ll face these things when they`re dead issues Moments take each others place Born and forgotten the same way Hey, I`ll pay you to cut me out A blower of hot flesh is a baby That`s the first white stuff I sucked To feed this open fire with a windy day Moments take each others place Born and forgotten the same way Never knowing who you really are |
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