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Resting himself on his crutches, suspicious stories which are fake |
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Laughter was growing around in a stranger's sound |
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Holding his stutter in his hands and carving his words to demands |
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Psychotic byonic he was as he splutters his words |
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Touched by the freakbeating phantom, I'm holding on |
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Confusion cuts in the air, if I was granted one wish |
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I'd whisk off the girl with the white jeans for a singles night's bliss |
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Revising thoughts of stately homes as the party continues |
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The bright lights eluminates the, the freakbeat eluminates the night |
