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I enjoy stroking my head on the cranes
But they alone are all just one in the same
Don't mean to try to walk about
Amongst stolen sights to talk about [?]
A passionate lie won't ease ya' now
Maybe I was found just bathed in doubt

Well I'll scan a different coast
Where my blame can lay and roast
In the heat of my own treason
Just as another payment towards
I remain aware of those
When consumed to [?]
Now do you [?]
In the gluey [?]
And the scenery starts peelin'
This is the final line I wrote
And applying it [?]
To bring down the ceiling

This is the final line I wrote
And applying it [?]
To bring down the ceiling

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