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psychedelic waves in the ocean of warnothing was learned from that leasson beforewe're a traveling mass with a memory losswhile the army men roll but still gathering mossnothing was learnedevery highway has turnedon to winding avenuesto a black wall they're carved on tonow to earth the land is at warwith each whittling birth behind every doorthey'll do unto you what they've done to meso not to let go means not to be freenothing was learnedevery highway has turnedon to winding avenuesto a black wall they're carved on to
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