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like an abandonment
but with more laughter
and I'm takin' takin' takin' takin' it off, and she's takin' takin' takin' takin' takin' it off and he's takin' takin' takin' takin' takin' it off.
sometimes I think that I'm bigger than the sound
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn.
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