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I was a kid with composure Experienced a lot yet, Never saw full closure You see… My life was reversed Like a turnover By a curse I thought hell would burn over, Before I reached peace
I could not live without it It is the banana to my banana split Why, you may ask Well, let me unmask  
I could not live without it It is the banana to my banana split Why, you may ask Well, let me unmask  
My mind is poisoned  Trapped from within
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