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Life was a bore
But it’s no more
So…
Your soul was sore
Now it’s airborne

Rest in piece
My fabulous miss

Put off your flesh
And clumsy thoughts
Just leave this trash
Use the teleport


Rest in piece
My fabulous miss

My lucky miss
We’ll have a date
But don’t wait for me
I will be late
I will be late

Rest in piece
My fabulous miss
Rest in piece

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