Goodnight, little eye. The moon, the sun descending. Can I run a lie Imagine a life as it’s ending Goodnight, sweetheart. Thicker thighs for my friends, Too young too hard. Imagine a life as it’s ending I begin to Databend Nothing in, prize out I begin to Databend Not to win, prize out Don’t show me why The future life’s depending on your better mind cut up and condescending Goodnight, my love. Thicker thighs for my friends, My hopes are above Where all of your data’s landing I begin to Databend Nothing in, prize out I begin to Databend Not to win, prize out
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