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Lis er stille
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We're in the trench of a revolution with a strange colour of confusion trance and the seeping voice of the boy choir scouting out all the wrong ways to enjoy her
A name, she wanted a name She don't wanna feel strange
All the hollowtics and their trampoline suits gagging out the sense of it and all the hipster tricks caused the hypocrites to endure her
Laid, you wanna get laid You wanted to stay tranquil
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