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I'Ve Got a Black Hole In My Pocket It Still Works Though

I've fallen in a tight hole and it's really very dark, Can't see no light at all and I feel i need to fart. This whole is getting bigger it's consuming everything it sees, Look i'm getting thinner legs stretch like spaghettis. Like a crazy fairground ride This hole it pulls me round, My compass needs a guide as everything comes unwound. Similar to a tumble dryer Times spun fast me all day long, I don't think I've been much higher every which way round is all wrong. The black hole that's eating me can you hear my atoms unsticking, I then see some feet before me it's my toes I am licking. I'll take you for a spin T'was what the Devil said, I should have known from his grin that I would end up dead.

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