Say say my playmate, won't you lay hands on me?
Mirror my malady, transfer my tragedy.
Got a curse I cannot lift, shines when the sunset shifts.
When the moon is round and full, gotta bust that box gotta gut that fish.
My mind's aflame. . .
We could jet in a stolen car, but I bet we wouldnt get too far.
Before the transformation takes and
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