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The pimp's
going round
extinguishing
the flame
Digging the
tranched in
which to bury
hearts
The dim and
cold climate
of awareness
Where the
reptiles thrive
and people are
made to walk
the streets
This beat, the
purpose, in
my heart,
generates,
infinite, energy
there's nothig
to worry, share
the immensity
He went round
switching the
people's heart's
off, promising
to deal
with reality
we bought it,
because every
thing seemed
more bearable
than immensity
