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One two three four

the ugly faces knocking at the door

five six seven eight

there's no time to wait

nine ten eleven twelve

your escape are pills on a shelve

thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen

those pills are the only thing to intervene

seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty

 

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