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There is no such thing as the perfect writer Nor a perfect fighter I take my lighter and pull a all-nighter I pulled it in tighter and became the igniter I have to shine brighter I push paste on my copywriter Add one to wiser then decipher look in the nerve fibre find the survivor While remaining the conscious driver You're name is Ivor The army warrior The last destroyer I couldn't be sorrier For my constructive barrier
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
Ivor
There is no such thing as the perfect writer Nor a perfect fighter I take my lighter and pull a all-nighter I pulled it in tighter and became the igniter I have to shine brighter I push paste on my copywriter Add one to wiser then decipher look in the nerve fibre find the survivor While remaining the conscious driver You're name is Ivor The army warrior The last destroyer I couldn't be sorrier For my constructive barrier
michael-smit-1
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
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