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WELL I'VE BEEN DOWN SO GODDAMN LONG THAT IT LOOKS LIKE UP TO ME. Whu dont onea ya people c'mon an' set me free? Go outside, fuck, drink, have a good time, man! Write poetry about fucking your daughter, your mother's children beings. Inside the room where it's only thee, asking for the love that ain't never gonna come as long as you keep on riding the same one-way love street, my mama ya gotta give your life to see. C'mon, baby, do something DO SOMETHING with your whining, bitching self, now. Ain't nobody give a goddamn if you're a bored little being, now, no nobody give a goddamn worth 'bout your being. Gotta rise yourself up now, while some idiots try 'n silence me, now. Gotta give 'em their credits, for bein' artistic killing victims, subject to authority and fuckin' boring individual beings, yeah.
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