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  under the sycamore tree blisters don't hurt no more paths that lead to the quay ideas that go to a drawer rebels will deaden sense nightmares surpass the deed estimate your expense sycamore tree will concede
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maroon beads dropping on the keys my nose unsecurely seeking a squeegee i need to wipe out the sense of bootlessness and go bare-foot through embers of good advice pizzazz is leaving me both my ends dripping looking for a trowel to lay images from my head to lay down seeing red
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life and other shit what is where i'm bound to be why not there doing what so down to earth  like never before treading heat looking out for a change of fleet sticky keys i'm typing my bread nobody sees you don't understand