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Could it be that one small voice doesn’t count in the world? Yellow like a geisha gown, denial all the way Could this by three be turned? Honor marches on. Yellow like a geisha gown, denial all the way
Shaking through, opportune. Shaking through, opportune.
Are we grown way too far? Taking after rain Yellow like a geisha gown, denial all the way Shaking through, opportune. Shaking through, opportune.
In my life.
Is that a steal? Children of today on parade, Yellow like a geisha gown, denial all the way Shaking through, opportune. Shaking through, opportune. Shaking through, opportune. Shaking through, opportune.
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