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rumble subsided. I went on stage.
Leaning against the doorjamb,
I catch back in Echo,
What will happen in my lifetime.

I was instructed dusk night
Thousands of binoculars on the axis.
If only you can, Abba,
Take away this cup by.

I like your idea of ​​a stubborn
And I agree to play this role.
But now there is another drama,
And this time, fire me.

But the schedule laid out action,
And the inevitable end of the road.
I am alone, all drowning in hypocrisy.
Live life - not a bed.

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