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the booth, cold in the face Holding some weights, on my shoulders I Still get through the race Blew through the chains In my blueded veins Got polluted traits
the booth, cold in the face Holding some weights, on my shoulders I Still get through the race Blew through the chains In my blueded veins Got polluted traits
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