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You were mine as I laid your head down
But none of your teeth where the key
It's not on you, I'm what's twisted
And I'm reaching for the bullseye in the sky
The acid test – weeds us out
Now I keep you with the dust of the past
While drinking the devils sweat
I'm still reaching for the bulls eye
I'm still reaching for the bulls eye in the sky
The acid test – weeds us out
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