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I've seen your mouth moving, heard others say,
Those words are a piece of a part that you
That sounds like your father, a teacher, the
Didn't spring the heart, but research

The way I learn is put the fist in and get burned
Go get

Old wives, mystics,
Wise men, rich men, and sage
you're meek on the Earth, when you die you will pay
For accepting that lot, in the of graves
The sexes divided, men mustn't be
Sensitivity is a of which we shan't speak
And women are a that are just made for men
To treat how the he respects treats him
And I am to grow up like daddy wanted me to be
To all those, who so impressed me
And young boys melt men
And we'll start the process

Add a touch of mystique where the writing gets
Break up coherence a cut-cut-cut up technique
When you've got to say
up
Or show that you're to play
With that simply aren't out of touch
With the genuine which lead to their birth
Most things are not written or heard
When you open mouth, out drops a turd