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Blind bird: Did you have a lot to say?
Or did you wait around to say it?
Mouths away
Tush to touch
Christs to clutch
There's always a job to do
Meet Pete, probably on his final leg
To suffer strange arrangements
Soul king, dark as day
But in my mind (You want it to)
It's running all the time (They'll eat you up)
Dimed by snitch (They'll read the wheel)
Devil may bitch (You want it, too)
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