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Breaking the line, holding my breath

watch me now sugar here I come in disguise I won't look back

winter the young high on myself

watch me now sugar here I come in disguise they won 't fight back

you're waking my poets who won't

keep your head on your shoulders

your hundreds of thousands of shapes

will all be attending.

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Breaking the line, holding my breath

watch me now sugar here I come in disguise they won 't take long

serving the wicked has been

highly enchanting

I'm folding the fabrics of death

for those who keep smiling.

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