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hints of change in a drink the juice is bad information for reasons are gone when sunshines change and turning grows into my spelling Mom teaches me lies about rules and while i wake up my angels die from the worlds upset about sleeping people yell and run off heavens songs jumping cars into the explosions and gods just happy to hang out and scream back spraying the cities in christmas threats people are supposed to work somehow at home huh?

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