paint a picture of blue and green. it's nine o'clock and hardly seen. the words, the truth that sold the souls to demons in dirt beneath the holes. the deal has gone wrong and the cover is blown. the fight's grown worse and written in stone. give it away, give it all away to stay the same, so hard to say. riddle me this into the night. the tale has
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