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i am a fat american i feed upon ancient history i know the truth but yet i think i own the magic i am a fat american i am bug zapped by distraction i believe you but yet i cannot believe in me i am a fat american i think i am already free i know i am lost but yet i refuse to ask for directions i am a fat american i buy low and sell it high i have faith in god but yet i let you live in poverty
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Jan 16, 2011
Jan 16, 2011 at 6:25 PM UTC
fat american
i am a fat american i feed upon ancient history i know the truth but yet i think i own the magic i am a fat american i am bug zapped by distraction i believe you but yet i cannot believe in me i am a fat american i think i am already free i know i am lost but yet i refuse to ask for directions i am a fat american i buy low and sell it high i have faith in god but yet i let you live in poverty
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Jan 16, 2011
Jan 16, 2011 at 6:25 PM UTC
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