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[playspeak]

our eyes sit without tricks at four
lord, your tounges keep spinnin in our heads and we
spun on our own egos and spun, we
delve deeper and deeper into the chemicals in our brains and
life.
man, my man your man the fellow, MAN!
its all in your fellow man
the tangebilities of reality and the smoke and mirriros of the man,
simple
really,
just
enough money for
your head on the right side of cement and
bread in
your belly
and freedom
in your
hair