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All the world's a spiel tall tales torn from a heart; peeled. Everyone desperate to feel As they all lay under their ends heel So many roles we'd play Just to get a little more warmth today Surging sweaty waves Scratching at ever ending holidays Putting hearts into ATM'S For the roulette wheel of freedom again Clamber up the display pen Just to hide our broken sealed goods, friends.
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Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 10:06 PM UTC
Twenty on black
All the world's a spiel tall tales torn from a heart; peeled. Everyone desperate to feel As they all lay under their ends heel So many roles we'd play Just to get a little more warmth today Surging sweaty waves Scratching at ever ending holidays Putting hearts into ATM'S For the roulette wheel of freedom again Clamber up the display pen Just to hide our broken sealed goods, friends.
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Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 10:06 PM UTC
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