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I want to burn it up. Get these feelings churned don't get turned around presented to you in great bounds and leaps so now you know those heaps are pure gold. No way to deny the king his bling only if you could ding you might get my ring but first it's gonna sting see the bee out back reach in the sack you got the knack. Now they are ready to bow at your feet you always bring the heat. So proclaim the best oh shit ain't that neat? Meet my friend he knows how to bend it to heal the mend in your heart smart words right there so that glare needs to disappear before the snow. Hug bug you smug you nug you tug at my heart more it's turning into a bore stupid whore blame it on the folklore fire's desires is to burn you up.
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