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knock away scrape away take my brain apart leave the gears and metal bits for a brand-new start. why waste time? cram your rules of steel and cold. room with a falling ceiling don't crash on my head or I’ll end up dead down on the floor when the cleaners shut the door and ill sink into the tiles repeating dust til sore.

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