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The world's not a stage It's an auction house We're all up for grabs Wake up, kid Smell the coffee There is no early bird The gavel crushed its wings Just the feline Hunting for the mouse The rodent scampers Dark alleyways The fog clouds its vision But the cat's got eyes Gleam in the moonlight Smouldering crystals Long road cut short Dead end What do we have here? Auction-house.
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
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The world's not a stage It's an auction house We're all up for grabs Wake up, kid Smell the coffee There is no early bird The gavel crushed its wings Just the feline Hunting for the mouse The rodent scampers Dark alleyways The fog clouds its vision But the cat's got eyes Gleam in the moonlight Smouldering crystals Long road cut short Dead end What do we have here? Auction-house.
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
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