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The Last Pages of the Book the Wizard Wrote

stereo the rhythm goes and t take me where it makes me me makes me go off and through this test of fates and complexes and humanity and freedoms and assonance with meaning I will lead a future generation with a blind man who interprets the messages from hundreds of plate to be published into a book of scattered pages to be witnessed again and I rule the world once again from the grave If you look all over the world in-between you and me 100 percent running away to not want it and the crime scene points there finger away from Jesus so he can have a vacation back at leave me alone to reach me and change the message on your machine cause it might do us good to have some pure love even if its spells itself with an “L:: me so I can fathom the ultimatums I’m creating to lead the lemmings away from failures and disease for today I work with psychic conspiracies escape artists TV police detectives the perfect favorite dish life to inform the underworld political righteous masses and in the future when this comes to pass, they will have built my game of life with several levels of maze like mansions that Need of it greed of it NO lie Take you there but you have to share Life Fighting for The unbelievable Your love And the rythym goes And the pounding drones I don’t know how many games we play’ First I was afraid, by my side And they all slave away I learned how to carry on, get along And they all laugh along In-between you and this I’ve lost you And we all know what What we want Your answers What we want Your wish Back from outer space I wondered was it fate? Want want want What we want have puzzles and gardens a metaphorical answers and let me tell you, I will lead them through that back middle dancing business with the world it might do you good to Why do you come around here? and here we are making me go go around to the middle go off unwelcome walking out the door laying down to die surviving how to love and they deal it and the sterr it and they fear it inside I’m running out of here inside I died how do we win? inside of the stereo stereo

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