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You're solar,
disorder
Seems harder and harder and
you try to control it

You mold, you
Yeah you to mold
Oh you're bold bold
But your shape is

You're a superficial
To what they knowing you
the speed,
Could you imagine the

Your brain is faulty
the for tiring
treating the curse,
Imagine the
Systematic,
pathetic, apologetic, paramedic
Your is prosthetic

A of quite peculiar
On a of my own
A tablespoon of
me to the bone
Give me for happy
with the gone
Drinking freedom from a
to the tune of

I'm sick of
never
the hell I achieve
I knew you till you left me
the crying disease

Another curing,
way to the knees
So mistreated, I
blessing your sneeze

Now and defeated
I will on my own
Yeah your that punches me
has the bone

Give me for sorry
I'm I'm wrong
Still your that punches me
has the bone