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My Own Fing

I am the grain of salt within the sugar bag The point where dark bites the light The in growing thorn on the perfect rose Encouraging the incorrigible rules the follow reverse the last line and start with next Tears of the wine Feeling sad if i felt No time for time Never finished a blink Same Another Day Sad comforts happiness in a melancholy way Weirdos assemble or don't couldn't care anyway Think you can figure me out Give it a shout Lee and fleet never shout Whats that line about Give you a big clue 705 survived blue con the troversial unstopp the able Can't choose Ant or dec is ion Clark laughs at Wilbur and Orville Faith has lost itself simply simple I know the answer but no one asks the question so just doing my own fing Thinking outside the thoughts

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