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Millions and billions of trillions of problems just disappear you disintegrate the facilities help me with who you because you are you can go and have some fun tonight let's go to a party that starts at nine let's lose track of time Let's not worry anymore
See, we can be who we are, but you can not be who we are, bro. What type of choir church were you in, bro? Cause you were, damn, that high pitch. Felt like I broke my fucking eardrums. I'm almost dead over here, bro. Death. Fuck.