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I don't think I'll ever mind
If you ask what's on my mind
Do you think that I am blind?
You never know what you will find
Do you think that this is just?
On my mind this is a must
On a pie this is the crust
My mind is turning into dust
I'm a horse you've got my reigns
You won't stop messing with my brains
I'm dry and hot, I hope it rains
I'm getting on the leaving trains
I've got to know just what you think
It's very important to me
Next to shit, you really stink
Fuck reality, give me a drink
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