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MY ASSEMBLY LINE OF FACES, ARE WAITING IN A ROW
STIFF, COLD, BLUE COMPLEXIONS, THAT I USED TO KNOW
BURN ABIDE MY YEARBOOK, FOR THERE, I FOUND NO FRIENDS
BUT THE ONES I KNEW, WERE SHRINK-WRAPPED IN THE END
LIBERATE! BANANAS!
Carve - There’s nothing inside
The only one who knew me, gone.
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