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In a game of telephone they've trapped a starstruck loneliness. My amen and your amen need the same light switch. Our sick son knows we can't be from the future.
In a game of telephone they've trapped a starstruck loneliness. My amen and your amen need the same light switch. Our sick son knows we can't be from the future.
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