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I Am the Dragged

Sarcasm now i know some eye brows are raised to never be up Right hooked to schooled was always out by choice kept my opinion to my voice The lowest for of Whit mean what in Scotland see how i misformed the form i am the dragged a long long ago's we had time for me to Go but you cant stay out of the shadows at the back of my mind how you one of the others wants its turn my hand that played with Fire everything you have got to be certain one of you made the on shoulders of giants i stand with running spike shoo i'm gone

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