1. |
Easy Arithmetic
01:59
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What a simple life this is
easy arithmetic
plus and minus
people go and people come
that quick
and not to down play every single minute that has changed -
I miss those every day.
The friendships, the family, the fallen famous, the follies, forever
You can't wash off scars
and stains can last forever
even if you don't see them
they can still be there
Hiding under
what's visible to the eye
they're sunken beneath the flesh
living in between assumptions 'bout life and death
though a human cannot comprehend its existence
As long as I'm still breathing I'll be thankful for what I've learned
and I hope they know that I never wanted friendships to end
and I hope they know that I'll respect them 'til the very end
'til the fucking maggots make mazes inside of my head
I know
You can't wash off scars
and stains can last forever
even if you don't see them
they can still be there
hiding under.
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2. |
One Million Battles
02:26
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When I wake up in the morning I'ma take a little minute to reflect over the constant madness.
In the beginning there will never be any luxury we're struggling 'til the moment that we all have this
system in the palm of our hands
I was born to be a working man
with these calluses covering every single fingertip
never wanted to be rich
never wanted a beamer
or twenty bitches on my dick
just music, truth and movement
just wanna live outside of the box and do this for a living
I'ma kill it every time that I get up on the mic
Anonymous Inc. shines
brighter than a tight fist in the sunlight
we combine to combat the finite
whatever sparks in the mind of a child
can be the most incredible vision demonstrated for miles
we fought one million battles
lost limbs and friends on the way
this art is war in the end though
I don't really give a damn what they say
they think i'm playing around
but this shit aint fun or games
it's my life and i'll do it 'til the end of it
real recognize real
fuck all the venomous
we fought one million battles
lost limbs and friends on the way
this art is war in the end though
I don't really give a damn what they say
individuals chewing away at little pieces of my creativity
record labels were killing me
so I started doing it for myself by myself
now nobody can tell me what I should be
or shouldn't be
should've been
could've been
would've been
but you never really kept any promises
now I'm gonna go and get it done
gonna make it for the love
get the fuck out of my way
run!
we fought one million battles
lost limbs and friends on the way
this art is war in the end though
I don't really give a damn what they say
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I will never make a dance song
But you could dance to anything
Even the silence that my words bring
Drop it like the apocalypse is burning our city down
Because the apocalypse is happening right now
we don't need no fucking candles
this is a vigil for everyone
and the candles are these fiery towers surrounding us
get low
in this hell hole
wanted to die like a god damn king on a throne
but i'll die alone
(moans)
All I wanna write's a song to sing
to bring back the dead
and fix everything
until that day i'll remain a complete
failure failure
yeah
oh i've stopped writing love songs
but you can call em what you want
you could say every song i sing's a love song
like Crass thought
you could argue that every one of these songs means "fuck the cops"
it probably does
but these words were actually written by all of us
and as i belt this bloody prose from the bottom of my guts
i can feel the stomach acid swimming up to the top
of my throat
and I think that I know
that this bitter taste
is in fact
just my last
bit of hope.
I'm so broke
broken
with the smoke from burnt buildings choking me
totally corroding my innards
so slowly.
(woe is me)
will i fall to the bottom of the ocean
buried in moss?
oh will i rise up to the high heavenly top
only to jump off?
even if I wanted to be cream of the crop
this work will be tossed and lost
with books and dreams
in the heat of flames
underneath the rubble of a final devastating holocaust
nobody's Boss
and no one's mine
'til the day i die
any motherfucker that'll want to come and try
come find me
I'ma keep this pride
my sleeves are rolled up
working every minute for the Fake Four
throw it up sho nuff
thought I told y'all that ive been affiliated with some motherfuckers that can make a building blow up
these lips are sewn up
we're watching statues crumble down
as our heroes lose
and the kids just wanna fuck and drink more booze
not hear bad news
no i'll never make a dance song for their funeral
that is unless you think that this is one.
All I wanna write's a song to sing
to bring back the dead
and fix everything
until that day i'll remain a complete
failure failure
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Ceschi :
As Long as I breath
I'll work until the end
This job isn't over 'til the day I'm dead
I know what I need
and I know I'ma get it
every sacrifice made
never regretted
No boss will tell me what to do
But I'll work these fucking 9 fingers to the bone
or at least to black and blue
There was a moment in time when I swear I could taste the end of my life
When the aches and pains of desperate days were too much for my mind
But I just kept on walking
Head straight
Beard grown
Talking
Like this world and people could actually change for the better
Before I hit the coffin
Often
Found myself lost in
Awful topics
Seeking knowledge
But these cops is
Trying to stop it
But I know what I want
And I know I'ma get it before i leave this planet
Damnit
I'ma stand up to the mammoth
Like I'm made of granite
Trampled under the hooves of one hundred animals
Ill raise my fist
And fight for goals
No matter how intangible
Ill Stand alone
or with my pack
Against these Foes
The plan is slow
But I'll be back
And Ill still grow
So Strangle me
Tangle me in my failures & crimes
But i won't listen
I'm Brian Wilson
Wasn't made for these times
Baracuda:
The working man's dream that bled to the last drop
a furnished mirage where the surface is of that sort
it looks pretty in the commercial but internally suffers
work your life away for nothing more than a stab at the bubble
belief systems from a ghost that writes the paychecks
I'm only human just a service for the faithless
Clock in for that day shift
I'm boxing with Satan
who the fuck is he anyways I've never seen his face kid
he likes to scream when I'm safe I know what I want but still somehow hesitate
these wings they wont levitate/ expired like my resume
desire for a better place
state of mind meditate low key heavens gate
hell on earth makes a death look comfortable
forgot to bleed and I guess that's wonderful
I make it easy for the world and its fate
even god has a job and he shows up late.
NGAFSH:
(1,2)
You sleep 'til the afternoon
that NGAFSH up at 5:30
on the bus stop at 6:10
you don't know shit about grown men
6:20 I pull out the pen
back in the underwater world again
6:50 I transfer
all the while looking for answers
What I want / What I gotta is 2 different things
no silver spoons
no gold rings
no chandelier hanging in the living room
no money from the sky floating
I toe the line
yet I'm on the grind
I got no time to be confined
try to redefine, redesign before I resign
no time to unwind
When it twists like twine
when death is your deadline
Don't know about you - I'm gonna get mine
You can relax
You can recline
I'm up early with the little birdies and the crickets chirping
working
I'm one of them niggas that's gonna be something for certain
'fore it's curtains
Still the earth spins
Life goes on
Got a purpose with every song
From Leimert shit
so….uh….How could I go wrong?
with a style I cloned on my own
as a stepping stone
up with a morning yawn
yeah I know what I want
it's on!
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5. |
Set In Stone
03:43
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what's set in stone
crumbles apart
along with bone
and all the art
we'll know.
although we try to stay the same
we'll shrink and grow
and change our ways
someday
a day will come
when all these fragments of memory that we've gathered over the years
will dissipate into air
along with those we love and fear
(skip along,skip, ill skip along)
i have an aunt
who wants her ashes to be blown into the faces of her enemies
but my only wish is to die without enemies
(skip along, skip, ill skip along)
You once believed in every form of illusion that could possibly be
from magic beans to morphing into new beings
but time took its toll on imagination and soul
Now you're old and are slowly forgetting everything you were told
and you can't even stare into a child's eye
without feeling guilt overtake you as if you committed a crime.
it's just the cycle of life
they told you in school
as carnivores chewed away at balls of skin and hooves
on the projector screen...crackling in the black
while whispers and laughter covered the classroom in a mask
of insecurity burning its diagrams into baby gray brains
that never accepted the past.
we've all grown fast
and grown apart
as life has flashed by like a spark
1, 2
(so simple sweet, simple sweet, the complete cycle of survival is a brutal beast)
10 years ago
we would have guessed
that changes would be for the best
but now
(nostalgia eats away at us gnawing at every vital organ making us fiend a comeback or a re-run)
To the Golden Gate jumpers
to romantics writing dead poetry
to the nostalgic inventors designing their time machines
(skip along, skip, ill skip along)
to the my pet monsters
hiding in closets and under bed spreads
waiting for a time when they'll see the light of day again
(skip along,
skip
ill skip along)
surgery never quite hides age
and hair dye never quite hides grays
like it claims
God no longer speaks in your tongue
like he used to when you were young
what a
shame.
So will we ever come to terms with the fact that we're just
herds of animals
feasting on other smaller animals
eating each other
we're cannibals
that are laughing at one another's follies
laughing at people falling
like some god awful physical comedy
is it the ominous that puts in straight lines?
is it fear for our lives
that makes us not want to waste time
and stay kind
for the seconds we have on this planet
god damnit
the fact is
that we'll never truly understand it
what's set in stone
crumbles apart
along with bone
and all the art
we'll know.
although we'll try to stay the same
we'll shrink and grow
and change our ways
someday
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6. |
Death Cake
03:20
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before you die
make sure to bake a death cake
and celebrate the end of waste
with your barbarian friends in their yellowing birthday suits
crack open a dinosaur piñata
and pass out goodie bags of nose candy
don't forget to put a bucket near your bed
just in case the grim reaper forgets
to take you out that night
don't even try to put up a fight
pin the tail on the donkey and shut the fuck up
before you die
make sure to bake a death cake
it's my death day
and i'll cry if I want to
put my ashes in a huge pixie stick
and make my girlfriend snort the whole thing
mix the rest with gun powder
put it bullets
and shoot my critics in the face so they can finally feel me
I don't give a fuck
I want the last laugh
sample my chuckles
throw them on a laugh track
don't toss me into the ocean or in the sky
if I wanted to swim or fly I'd try harder to survive
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7. |
Terrible Twos
04:06
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i wish your body wasn't fragile
i wish it wasn't made of glass
i wish that our syncopated motions could be cast
in bronze
like those beautiful baby boots
mother put pennies in
pretty penny piggy banks
pumpernickel purple veins
that tasted temporary heavens
for so many days
I've seen the pawn shop walls
covered in your memories
old guitars
from your first grunge band
and I'm only man
I figured that out
after jumping off of buildings
and wings didn't sprout
tasted concrete slabs
sweeter than you
even when the blood mixed in
and turned my tongue beet red
i've seen cardboard boxes
harder than you
and i've seen
plenty of clouds
harder than you
i've seen
public bathrooms
cleaner than you
and i've seen
soles of shoes
cleaner than you
so many scallywags
and pussy hounds
waltzing around through these north east mill towns
all the horse betters
horse owners
and horse shooters
horny in their absolute lives of users
abusers that all live on a sunken ship
it's not a "yellow submarine"
or "moby dick"
and we're totally total
content in our absence
sipping absinthe
from a burning bottle in Detroit
super hero rappers can save your life
but only when you're lucky
only on accident
this could have been a major motion picture frame
but wallowing in sorrow
is so fucking lame
at this age
terrible twos
the neighborhood dogs all humped and licked your bloody wounds
piñatas full of glass pipes and needles
the class of 1999 underachiever
ive seen cardboard boxes harder than you
and i've seen
plenty of clouds
harder than you
i've seen
rotten corpses
prettier than you
and I've seen
burn victims
prettier than you
this could have been heavenly
this could have been walt disney
this could have been cotton candy sugar coated girl breath
this could have been
this could have been something surreal
this could have been heavenly
this could have been walt disney
this could have been cotton candy sugar coated girl breath
this could have been
this could have been something surreal
but all the Italian import shops are closing
and all the pornographic movie theaters are boarded up
and all the teenyboppers are hatching their kids
and all the bocci ball players are moving to Florida
and all the seagulls are sick of the same old wheat bread
and all the pharmacies are inundated with fake scripts
this is Connecticut
grayer than a mutt on a leash
cloudy skies
forecast of 30 degrees
"fix me a sangwich"
"buy me a drink"
ponder and think
thought of it quick
and never even thought of a thing
God's on a string
dangling for the walking dead
hoping that he'll pop his head out of the clouds
and talk to them
Tupac said
he would rise again
and that his silhouette would appear on a wall in Berlin
but that wall's gone
and so is he
let 'em both rest in peace
live from CT.
ive seen cardboard boxes harder than you
and i've seen
plenty of clouds
harder than you
ive seen many glaciers warmer than you
and i've seen
frozen embryos warmer than you
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Mike Mictlan :
i wont follow trends and models
hollow heads or bottled feelings
i don't envy friends with ends and
prolly never will stop rapping
i can't see myself in mirrors
i can call it like i see it
i just keep my eyes on prizes
sizing up my plate and eating
i can move a crowd no problem
i can sell a thousand albums
i can do that in my sleep
while you're sleeping
I'm on tour
i don’t have to holler
i can hold a conversation
i start trippin bout my daughter
every time I get wasted
i ain't got it like you got it
my pockets are fulla holes
my wallet is growing thinner
the dollars won't even hold
i don't get it in i push it harder
got it in and push the dagger
yin or yang wang on em like
(dang)
And I been wrong than a mothafucka
Been strong as a mothafucka
Soon as I fall down get up and wipe the blood off this ugly little
Mug of mine it ain’t pretty
But gotdamn
I been faced with a time & place
I ain't bout to bop the diddy.
hook by Mike / Ceschi :
Yo What the hell is a sell out ?
What the shit?
I'm tryna sell out a show in your town and get the fuck out
Oh yeahh
And what I am is all about
being true to myself
saying what I want to say
beyond the bullshit and doubt
Yo What the hell is a sell out ?
no one gave me a thing
it's been a minute on the road
better kill me to quit
With the venom in my mouth
What it izz
It's something like a
big bad wolf coming for you pigs
Ceschi:
Just cuz I don't do this job at a desk
With Regular hours
I'm still demanding your respect
Only wear a suit and tie
to weddings and funerals
Still Working harder than a doozer
for this fucking music though
I don't even need a 6 figure pay check
Just give us a minute
And listen to me and my friends
Seen crack cookies cooking I was 14
Seen the fucking money and sexual fantasies
Could have bought a couple of houses with that green
Don't mean I gotta talk about it every time I sing
temporary frills that America cherishes
don't mean shit to us
So they try make us uncool
or label us cultural terrorists
There it is
So Hang us like heretics
cuz your scared of us
Tearing this system down to its
Barren bits
bury us,
But these words live on above the dirt
not gonna stop even though my bones hurt
hook by Mike / Ceschi :
Yo What the hell is a sell out ?
What the shit?
I'm tryna sell out a show in your town and get the fuck out
Oh yeahh
And what I am is all about
being true to myself
saying what I want to say
beyond the bullshit and doubt
Yo What the hell is a sell out ?
no one gave me a thing
it's been a minute on the road
better kill me to quit
With the venom in my mouth
What it izz
It's something like a
big bad wolf coming for you pigs
Ceschi:
Nonstop
Non pop
Anti boss
Self taught
And i wont stop
Til the bomb drops
Put em up
Hard knock
Body rock
Nothing can tame me
This world can barely contain me
and
Mike Mictlan:
"Baby Youuuu better work it out"
Rap is a Terrordome
1 man in - put em up
1 man out
Bust a deal, & face the wheel
Get em up
Hand to mouth
And I watch the strongest lose
While I watch the weakest win
Gotta Muthafucka payin dues
While I peep em sneak em in
Whut am I supposed to do?
Ceschi:
Should I sell myself to the highest bidder?
Never hiding I'm striving to defy all strife
Man I'll be grinding
Its Simple
Mike Mictlan:
Better watch the birdie fool
Bet I break a minute clockin
But I bring the sweat and flashin
What it izz what tha fuck you lackin
Passion passion mashin
On any and everything
Ceschi:
When I'm smashing these fascists it'll be all action no relaxing when I'm rapping
Mike Mictlan:
With a head fulla heart get em
And a mouth fulla brains gotcha
What I gotta give
Ceschi:
Gonna be an incredible thing
Final fight
Put em in the ring
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I want to hold a stranger's hand
and grip it 'til it bleeds
as they're screaming i'll understand
what power truly means
faces are beautiful when they turn blue
and rip to tiny shreds in front of you
just let me crawl back in your hole
for one minute
so I can drop my eggs in your stomach
pretty pretty baby
try not to mind me
gentle angel baby
cross those eyes to sleep
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Busdriver:
I've been a centrifuge
for inner tubes
of blood samples
pinching the
mother countries
love handles
scraping knees
on baby teeth
of the pious
all their bodies
dumped at sea
for being defiant
(they caress their fins
their names in the wind
we'll be one within)
raise your hand
lace the thread
for our flag
we're going in
our broken skins
just a ruptured bag
we co-defend
against the whim
of the cloaked and mad
sharpened spear heads
even though we're near dead
we flee their labs
(caress our wings
held in a sling
we'll be one within)
bitter peeps
litter streets
with legislation
between the politics
my empathy's bottomless
and my head is aching
who am I
but a cog
in competing viewpoints
but if I
spread these wings
I'll have a new voice
(caress our wings
held in a sling
we'll be one within)
Child Actor (chorus) :
When It's all been said and done
at least we'll say
we learned from the masters
we always knew that we could be like them
forgotten
gone forever
Onry Ozzborn:
This mother load is too much to bare for some
nobody wanna be a God and run
the oceans and the sunsets
the animals and tulips
those other animals that we call humans
influenced by lucid
Ceschi:
dreaming of futures and beauty
even when tragedy's looming
over head
confronting doom and moving
Onry Ozzborn:
elusive demons as companions
walking along the cobblestone beside you
hand in hand
and sharing a pair of eyes
also the legs and brain
siamese are the wise
identical
same pain
explanation not known
Ceschi:
long gone
all of us sang these songs
that'll be tossed into the fog
forgotten fall
Onry Ozzborn:
nor understood
but still sane
tower of Babylon communicate
block away
we pigeons on a balcony fighting for spare change
rearranging our lives
a shuffled
tarot card game
Ceschi:
what a fucking shame
that all that we're fighting for's
falling in a pit or a violent storm
but we'll never quit
we've been
Onry Ozzborn:
close to the end but no
beginning coming close
offer a sacrifice to those who don't want to approach
ask and you may receive
everything that you need
oil lamps for a steed that you about to ride in on
proceed
Max Heath & Sedgie Ogilvy (chorus) :
When It's all been said and done
at least we'll say
we learned from the masters
we always knew that we could be like them
forgotten
gone forever
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Ceschi:
Sometimes we must forget
Sometimes we must forget
Or else we'll cover each other in the rubble of history
defeating the reason behind
moving on
beyond whatever all the past taught us
forever leaving us motionless in the same shoes
Max Heath:
I tried hard to forget
Sometimes we can't forget
David Ramos:
no
moving on it never really was an option
i couldn't try to believe that nothing happened to me
everything presently would have possibly been better
but i couldn't remember to surrender my memories
Ceschi:
Sometimes we must forget
Sometimes we must forget
Let's try to forget.
As much as the past dictates -
I never want to stay
perpetually petrified
in a vegetable state
for the rest of my days
Max Heath:
I tried hard to forget
Sometimes we can't forget
David Ramos:
I couldn't erase, replace the place of your face
in my inner mind
on top of my shoulders
whatever happened it's over
the venom has evaporated
faded
but the pain will never be forgotten
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12. |
My Dog
02:24
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my dog
my beautiful golden dog
there will never be
a better dog
you were meant to be
my dog
the way you moved your ears
and your simplicity
the way we lay together
and how you looked at me
my dog
you would never harm anyone
it's been quiet without you
the house still smells like you do
and i know you're around
although i don't hear any sound
my dog
my golden dog
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13. |
Weather Person
04:08
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I wonder what the weather person said
when he put a 9 millimeter right to his head
with a tear in his eye
live on channel 5
on that night
when the climate
didn't follow any lines....
was he calling out God?
was he calling out mom?
was he calling for the love of his life
when they turned off his mic
in a minute
when they switched over
to the anchor woman....
man it could have been a death fest
when he shot a bullet right into the front desk
but he missed
rather quick
with the slip of his wrist
so he put it in his lips
and he hit
and the blood
and the blood
and the blood was too much
as it painted the yellowish studio walls
with a crimson collage
and the screams
and the screams
and the screams were too loud
as they doubled and tripled and sounded like killing of animals and crowds
when they finally calmed down
there was silence everywhere
and corpse on the floor lay completely still
but its smell was in the air
then janitors came
then ambulance came
then police
and they noticed it was raining outside
but the weatherman guaranteed it was gonna be sunny
and they hated to laugh
but the truth is sometimes rather funny
so they chuckled while they carried this mangled man to the mortuary
and the graphics department started to make a banner for him
which said 1957 to 2000 and four and
it was ugly
it was boring
forgettable
it was bullshit
it was probably exactly what the weatherman had predicted.
I wonder what the weather person said
when he put a 9 millimeter right to his head?
and the funeral...
closed casket...
with an etched weather vain
on the tombstone
"oh my GOD!!!!!"
cried the widow in a black vail
looking like she wasn't gonna make it through the ceremony
GOD
muttered the priest..
rest in peace...
the deceased
was once good
but he committed a sin...
the kids yawned
in the midst of their mother's suffering sobs
they knew about death
it's exactly what happened to their puppy dog
but their daddy went to heaven
or did he?
or was he down with the devil?
was daddy in limbo
with the rest of the babies that mommy aborted?
don't worry kids
daddy's on a cloud with santa claus
and barney and dumbo
and blue's clues
and a pokemon...
daddy's on tivo...
and daddy's inside of your heart and your soul
no daddy's not evil
it was an accident
they were told....
wonder what the weather person said?
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14. |
The Hill
02:42
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There are no roller coasters in the place where you will be.
There are no merry go rounds,
no ferris wheels nor pretty pink cotton candy
Over the hill
there'll be no friends
Over the hill
our stories end
There is no way around it
There are no safe detours
and you'll know when you've found it
because the silence there will ring forever more
some will arrive crying
others will arrive calm
but most will arrive trying
to return right back where they just came from
Over the hill
there'll be no friends
Over the hill
our stories end
Oh God
God help me believe you exist
help me believe in more than this
over the hill.
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we'll capsize soon enough my dear
there's nothing here that can save us
our heroes all drank cyanide laced grape kool aid
and melted away
minutes before the bastards could hear our screams;
those harmonies composed of throat noises and spattered saliva
sound like Harry Partch outtakes
from a bad day
when the sun didn't quite shine
on California
as we expected it to.
and I promised myself that I'd never
write a single word about you
but I have
so I hope this song is bad
and I hope that no one likes it
because if they do
they may just like you too
no
it's not your fault
it's mine
I realized I loved you much more
when I couldn't see you or talk to you on the phone
aside from those sweet sweat moments of ecstasy
we had problems of our own
so I promised myself that I'd never
I'd never shed a single tear drop for you
because I have shed so many in the past
that my tear ducts are as still as
botox victims in the eyes of hurricanes
ok
so I promised myself that I'd never,
i'd never sing a fucking song about you
but I have
so I guess I'm a liar
hope this sticks to your small throat
like rock candy
on a dry midwest summer day
ok
i'll never write a song about you.
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