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Bubble up from the cauldrons huddled I scoot taglines that bag dimes On a new Federal currency Cannibus merchants will see We come petticoats From the revolution coast to coast Riddling on a fiddle Daring to bunk tea in the captains meridian Im ready to mix With banshees, warlocks And our mother empress You can't touch the immaterial goods Making paper requires no wood Just love for brotherhood Spells to roll past The slogans and lightning rod Obsidian since the helicopter clip Dragging dungeons with social misfits Mobile home 2006 grab a reason to live

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