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Your number fakes coming along without you
Knowing a shift took place
Your father hooks a wing about you
If you flail this broken sword around you
Cut nothing up
Again we'll face these things when they're dead issues
Moments take each other's place
Born and forgotten the same way
I'll pay you to cut me out
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 other's place
Born and forgotten the same way
Never knowing who you really are
Never knowing who you really are
Never knowing who you really are
Never knowing who you really are
Never knowing who you really are
Never knowing who you really are
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