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Beauty comes a dime a dozen Sliding through the cracks Sticky change if you ask me But I don't check the facts I'm a penny-pinching prophet All premonitions made out to cash My fingers dig between the floorboards But there are some things I can't grasp
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Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
Sticky Change
Beauty comes a dime a dozen Sliding through the cracks Sticky change if you ask me But I don't check the facts I'm a penny-pinching prophet All premonitions made out to cash My fingers dig between the floorboards But there are some things I can't grasp
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Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
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