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And he wakes up
A stable of dopes?
Unable to talk
And everyone loves my shirt
And if you make it all the way on top
You're never gonna fall
And everybody told you so, but now
You're never gonna call
Go back to your house
Get back to your room
I'm machine
And everyone wants
Some smoke/spark/smirk/smug
And if you make it all the way on top
You're never gonna fall
And everybody told you so, but now
You're never gonna call
Cryptic hits from limp dick princes wincing in the chintzy blitz of flimsy hints and tips they'll slip you
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