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Well.
I'm sick of the charity words and my fear of the fire.
Of your lack of an inner sense...
Focus, forget the absent friend, the one who's never around.
No I don't recall.
No I don't remember you at all, but I watch out and I do what you tell me.
I do what you told me... Ha.
We are all tied up, but I watch out and I do what you tell me.
I sell what you sold me.

Where did you go?

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