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addiction, addiction in a world of fiction feel like an ancient tree with cloudy field of vision demoniac, demoniac i made some wrong decisions run across the fields in any old direction loss of faith, loss of faith here and another place tomorrow my day will come tomorrow, maybe sooner rag back, rag back always pleasure seeking no, I'm not bone-idol have an artistic bend queenbee, queenbee queenbee, queenbee the thorn in my side ts your field of force pistacio, pistacio love eating it always I will burst at the seams but I want more and more moving, moving i haven't got a car company, company haven't got any friends queenbee, queenbee queenbee, queenbee the thorn in my side is your field of force queenbee, queenbee kick against the pricks the thorn in my side is your field of force
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