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Sorta thought I had it covered till the flicker and the flame threw up from the bottom of my throat And the weasel had a weasling till he came and did this thing and was all, like, "hello". You know me man, you know I ain't as good as that! It goes round in my mind, forward, backward in time, it goes in and back out, it goes in, it goes o. Looks like I may have picked a winner! Going against all that I thought I stood for. A little unwind from nursery rhymes, it's better than I haven't thought about You don't know me girl, you see I ain't as strong as that Conjuring familiar, I ain't one for Brahmacharya, when all I really need is to breathe. Swiny sacks of sorrow, snorting swill up in their snout. I'd rather SMASH IT OUT! Too much glitter and not enough chime Over-stayed too much of my time HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Cut your losses, at least you had a little laugh Left arm is your handle, but the right is not the spout? Go on and SMASH IT OUT
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