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von $quib

Wasn′t long ago
The river dried and he tried to join what can
Saw he had 2 in the hand
Was a cloister on his own
Head of honeymoon for growth
How can one draw a line thru spoofs
With crosses and jokes next to
Upon amalgamate tombs
Dichotomized as hell
But we mutually learned quickly thru our personnel

He was an artifact
He never chose to put
I saw the sign and number through the bust
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He was an artifact
He never chose to put
I saw the sign and number through the bust
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Wasn't long ago
Subordinate cried and he tried to understand
Yeah he had 2 in the hand
All the moisture was in his home
So the tenant consulted the owner
The gallery is lonesome on its own
But I feel simple for once in my life

(I′m hoping it adds up)

I'll never draw a line so smooth
I've lost it
Almost in tune
I want a natural truth
I′m genuine compelled
But I won′t be reductive
Elaborating and cloaking are too close
But I won't be reductive

(I′m hoping it adds up)


He was an artifact
He never chose to put
I saw the sign and number through the bust
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He was an artifact
He never chose to put
I saw the sign and number through the bust
Invest now
Invest now
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He was an artifact
He never chose to put
I saw the sign and number through the bust (It's hard calling him fish with his volition)
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He was an artifact
He never chose to put
I saw the sign and number through the bust (It′s hard calling him fish with his volition)
Invest now
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Invest now
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