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look you over troubled eye point of view nothing in my wallet now it'll have to do smarter than you look they said I'd miss you stick your neck out any time I'll be with you chill my bones pick a bag of words drift in and out second laughs abound slip through cracks never make a sound old souls swoon take my dime on my oath bony stumps a block for now I should boast catch cold regret Never less quite a few stick your neck out any time I'll be with you chill my bones pick a bag of words drift in and out second laughs abound slip through cracks never make a sound |
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