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One is always scared when it comes to the point
Every win has a talent to disappoint
Random choice, it’s not up to you to decide
In spite of this I try to make up my mind

Ch: Am I OK?
Not I’m not OK
Win by a head
But I’m practically dead
Under the floor
No one has ever guessed
What it is like
Does it turn out for the best?
What do I care
Maybe I’m off the mark
Under the floor
I don’t care a fuck

I want to get glass gifts on each holiday
It’s my new hobby to break them and throw away
I should be more to this than meets the eye
I really don’t know so fuck off and die

Ch
Ch
Ch


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