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direct like the letter D you and me we'll see Feeling free is just a feeling unworldly says the zodiac what world should I be? take my energy else I'm amused of myself Food,paper,pen a lost boy cries in the maze kill the pimps give the girls their dignity the crow nibbles on my back cut my tongue I wish not to talk ramble ramble tell the pen to stop jump and hide my toes feel good so will the man who keeps my morals Kill the innocent swan, says he who holds the power of the gun