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just wait here buddy mr officer is speaking now and do you wonder with all this first person second hand third generational talk do you think i am who i say i am? i could be a dog in a suit barking but no one cares a man in uniform beats rock paper and scissors to a point where you think there'd be a problem with society and it's reasons for religion like it's just a myth this true reality when it's obscured by the light of the supposed enlighted and yeah the rules will break like a fracture in a cast and they'll laugh because it's embarrassing to be human and all when all else appears giftly magic grab a mic this show's on the road
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Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 12:20 AM UTC
Can You Tell
just wait here buddy mr officer is speaking now and do you wonder with all this first person second hand third generational talk do you think i am who i say i am? i could be a dog in a suit barking but no one cares a man in uniform beats rock paper and scissors to a point where you think there'd be a problem with society and it's reasons for religion like it's just a myth this true reality when it's obscured by the light of the supposed enlighted and yeah the rules will break like a fracture in a cast and they'll laugh because it's embarrassing to be human and all when all else appears giftly magic grab a mic this show's on the road
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Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 12:20 AM UTC
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