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Meatballs And close calls He can never seem To quit cleaning.. Master of the matrix May just be maintaining I'd hate to malfunction Once I understand how it all works It's my fault.... And now your hurt Eventually convinced I might be cursed Because I can't Hear the call.. No longer Probably be hobblin' Over higher hurdles soon And surviving rougher seas Than I have ever seen But, Nobody can wage A War like me Sooo Bring it!
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Oct 30, 2021
Oct 30, 2021 at 1:52 PM UTC
Bring it..
Meatballs And close calls He can never seem To quit cleaning.. Master of the matrix May just be maintaining I'd hate to malfunction Once I understand how it all works It's my fault.... And now your hurt Eventually convinced I might be cursed Because I can't Hear the call.. No longer Probably be hobblin' Over higher hurdles soon And surviving rougher seas Than I have ever seen But, Nobody can wage A War like me Sooo Bring it!
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Oct 30, 2021
Oct 30, 2021 at 1:52 PM UTC
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