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Usual play won't be easing my mind
And I gotta find one to care
So I should walk toward my future
But nothing seems to be good there

I don't need no music, cupcakes,
Cameras and glittering nails
Just let me talk to Satan in my bed
Or you take me to paradise instead?

Stop that flattery, i
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