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on how to own your own
and be a beauty a eye sore
it was up to me
and to that I was a hore
al gore
on the floor crying to mama
and all the pieces of presus
and all the thoughts
and all the labedo
all the think that freeze the brain
let them go free you big toe from the bear trap
it is barible
17 year old kids
with aditudes of 60 year old sea captins
they have no way
but to play the mind
it is not mine to keep
but to you it may be