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Repelled by just the sight you take me you feel me coming on. It repels the big strong man. Now you want to take me for everything I am. Gotta word that's coming up coming up my throat. It's a long ass word, gonna make me choke. I like to hold my pride right in between my hands so I can feel it hang.
I could have hoped for a better piece of your man. Better times I wrote for glass, less, wind.
From both behinds in back, we're reaching one of each, in time. Heart like a picture to be.
Hardly, we reach.
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