This time the fix took
I feel it
the stones and the sticks shook
I feel it
Words never hurt but if
It's real it
Might help if it can cut it
I feel it
It never stops being work
I feel it
When I come off like a jerk
I feel it
With the glass onion in hand
I'll peel it
End up with on grain of sand
I feel it
what
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