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Lifeguard


You got no perception There's no such thing as dead If the man inside the mirror Finds his way inside your head All these laughing packs of jackels Seem to get my head so spun But distractions count as blessings When you live under the sun Things I've learned to help Have turned me to a loaded gun The deity is ignorance so Let's go have some fun
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