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￭ n_everending story 
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Running yellow with sound
This steady rhythm still Driving me into trance I surf on the dirty foam of your Overdriven Guitars And I forget what I’m here for ***** You are a cockroach on my wall Not coming down And if I’d bother to stand up Maybe I’d see you're just a dried-up, hollow Shell ...But for now I’ll just call you my Pet And keep waiting
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