'cause it was an admired service-man
The crowd's with me, all according to plan
My friend got a girlfriend to which he told his secrets,
I give other opposites an illness with my no-limits/
Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
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