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Player Two

my x has been boxed Stations have been played nine ten do switch my reality virtualised my intelligence artificialised escaping fear in evil residently near Trevor smiles as his stole car switch gears Of wars i am well versed Honoured with medals Never smelt the Battle field Duty always called From mist filled silent hills screaming megaphones call Half my life lived Fi-fa-foo-fum I smell the blood of a lego x-man Mind my craft Spy with row Crash the band i could Assassin hid by hood Redemption read Dead rise and walk May i cry ask the devil Raid the den The division with which her smile has changed wonder if these days are the last of us

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