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    Thereʼs a time the fairyʼs not blind
    Thereʼs a place the fairyʼs not there
    I think my magic thing describes everybody is thinking personality is dead
    Thereʼs a place that gifts big smiles
    Thereʼs a time spreading out my ashes
    The breath anyone else is breathing in… the breath anyone else is breathing out

    My dear donʼt kiss my mouth
    Donʼt give me your way… itʼs the time to glut my face
    my hole…my future grave…gem of my days…
    is it too late…too late?

    Choose the pram - look at yourself

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    The toys play with a child
    1 2 3…itʼs another life Cheers!
    Wine and shine…than celebrity sigh
    1 2 3…the till still crying

    Suck up to the prescience

    Fucking girls, draw the reins of silence
    Like a pop star…a b c yeah!
    Prints of noir are screaming

    Suicide by perfect people
    Suicide by normal guys
    Suicide by frames of sickness
    Suicide by saliva of lies

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