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to hear you I must be clean. Lover of a captive like drunken pedestrians like old slaves like old slaves I am like your eyes like Line Maybe I dumb with a misconception
couldnt fill my tired breath. I didnt get my lips I am just a little bit. Clean I have to clean Youre on your way to your route I have to be dust. I have to be dirt I have to be dirt
