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red-eyed rats cough till you’re red in the face destitute storm troopers you can’t hold up your head no more screaming rain shaking pain don’t move will it matter that i was will they care i’m not there riding down a sea of roads the telephone called me and i don’t mean the words i say it just sounds nice coming out that way --CRONIN DETZZ |
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