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The Wizard of Oz

Thrown on a map by a force I don't know with a body that's able and my head's not too slow Did He do it on purpose? is he even a He? Am I crazy to question the origin of Me? I sense something bigger than my hands could ever hold something strong and powerful and often very cold Maybe "God" is the word But I'm not quite so certain Don't pay attention to the man behind the curtain
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