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My Soul, Oh My

my soul, oh my it's a sweeping, sealing cry a supernova quasar lighted bright and how do you speak and cry and smile teach my soul you you you you you can try my my my device, i use thrice into to to to the new world i sail on rails can't fail so frail dont be shy they've told me so many times why why why why can't i be shy just sit back and enjoy the vibe my style but must be wild to prove my guile have you ever wanted to play some music but didn't know the first thing to do? well that's me right now right here and i'm sittin' here playin' a song well i guess one young boy wasn't enough for the tearstained ritual that you carried out in your momma's basement yeah i guess one young boy wasn't enough for your lanky toothed grin to shred what the hell even is a soul?

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