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Nov 2012
Shake it off...
and just push play.
Watch me build it on high,
just to watch it all fall down.

Through the mud we slough,
Beneath the cloud darkened day,
Golden rays pierce the sky,
At twilight frolics the king, the clown...
Written by
Kenny March
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   ---, Timothy and Daniel Magner
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