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The Things I Do

The things I do for what I love; Passion has left its residue, a shine I cannot get rid of; The things I do; Staring wide eyed at the preview fiction could never script this stuff; Believe me, the stories are true; Hit my limit then I call it’s bluff ‘Do not enter’ I walk right through Fine line is just not bent enough The things I do.

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