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I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth, North East with the shields to the south. I try to reprezent and multitask different angles, hold a flame to all candles lifting baggage by both handles. But at the end of the day it wears me down just add another stone and let me drown, al f**king see you there at the bottom in the crocodiles nest bloated and rotten gone but not forgotten! I need to snap out of the mode, head out of this abode, scrub my evil mind of this corrode, need to head back to square one but i don't know wheres its gone this paths took me all wrong! It needs adjusting, standing at the side all rusting. Wheres Dorothy when you need her? floating round with a bottom feeder?! Or those other creature features, its not a big deal but whats inside me will eat ya, then spit pips that will seed rotten apples attracting slithering snakes that grapple, reptilian thoughts that baffle. Hypnotized and trained to the sound of the voice, led along by the tune like I've got no choic