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This isn’t true.
By Billy | December 3, 2009
There’s a certain feeling sliding
Through the linings of my gut
There are things that I am hiding
But I just can’t tell you what
There are answers not worth knowing
There are treasures you wont find
There are places we’re not going
It’s how we were designed
I try to leave it sit there
And fester like it should
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