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Uploaded heat, we spent less time on top.
The cops carry heat, you can hear their guns pop.
Pop be the Doc, the alienware resides...
In the farthest reaches of space, including the sky.
Too much greed, we feed on their fears.
As soon as they give up, they're finally in the clear.
Drink your beer, and please be marry.
Thank God for the one and only, djinn, like fairy.
Bury the dead, we…
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