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Burnt space rubbing together Churn a rhythm From a Shape-shifting monkey To God in our head A Boy crying mother Gun in his hand The anthem Nothing is the way it should be Nothing is the way it should be
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Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
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Burnt space rubbing together Churn a rhythm From a Shape-shifting monkey To God in our head A Boy crying mother Gun in his hand The anthem Nothing is the way it should be Nothing is the way it should be
andie-2
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Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
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