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Turn the lights off
Show me what got in there
I’m copacetic and you’re not
Talked you out the sight of a death glare
But no one else stares
Like a poster
A cult to cut your insides
To the fate of the best player
With no where else to go
The crawl won’t start on two legs
You can’t reach the master goal
Or find out where the truth is
Green won’t make it gold
I swear my life is useless
When the oxygen is gone
My chest and lungs will prove it
The human bell has rung
The echoed line accuses
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