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I don’t believe you

I don’t deceive you

Can’t you remember?

Your appeal is slum

I don’t remember

They are not bad now

These days are cruel

I need some more to run

I will hit your head now

I will hit your head now

I will hit your head now

I will hit your head now

You’re a bit chagrin

Languid languor

Oh, stato staunch

Oh, so welkin

Lies, paradox, a parade of rest

Lies, paradox, a parade of rest

Lies, paradox, a parade of rest

Lies, paradox, a parade of rest

Lies, paradox, a parade of rest

Lies, paradox, a parade of rest