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Feb 2024
Hey !
  freeze you off your subway tracks
Just To work this stinkin' patch
 dance into the arrests
Like you ain't never seen
  That craziness wipes you off your feet.

My Twins will take care to call
  we're sick of the suffering
what'd ya think is nothing
  might be something after all.

This transfer ends the cold is dead ahead
  folks play for keeps when
the living dead come to volume
  for some new kicks like yiu

This One's fame is sick enough
  to make a kind man steam
and turn pop from someday
   into somebody just to say
What you mean you say.
ZOO
Written by
ZOO  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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