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My mind it's bent and sanity spent To stay I must pay rent each day Too deep in debt I must invent The tenents who president and sway They're here and clearly won't relent Grown fond of say in the events They steer me into foggy gray Veer from the sun, its every ray
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Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 8:59 PM UTC
Insanity
My mind it's bent and sanity spent To stay I must pay rent each day Too deep in debt I must invent The tenents who president and sway They're here and clearly won't relent Grown fond of say in the events They steer me into foggy gray Veer from the sun, its every ray
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Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 8:59 PM UTC
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