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call it what it is
so let the jokes fly
i can't hear them over the cracking of my jaw
a painting of your disinterest a scene serene
for making wooden holes in aged
souls the shoes i walked in
and my hands will fold as they have
done a thousand times before
call it what it is   so let the jokes fly   i can't hear them over the cracking of my jaw   a painting of your disinterest a scene serene   for making wooden holes in aged    souls the shoes i walked in   and my hands will fold as they have    done a thousand times before
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