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Looking down from a cloud Which is nine Which is fine Hit rewind hit rewind hit rewind hit rewind Not too terribly in time I should fear I should quit So solemn and sublime and sublime and sublime All these bugs in my head For if else do while when Strangle hold on my mind on my mind on my mind Search for solutions Striking down the evolution Logic drive through the stake into their eyes to their eyes Looking up from this ground Which is earth which is thine Open arms open heart open thoughts open mind Begin and then again I have prayed in the end What I've found sets me up puts me down gives me time

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