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O Great...


For the life of of me why dont you speak Are you afraid of answers you dare seek O you want me to talk for you Well that's fine just give something boo Like a hint a clue Since shy you are Or are you powerful rich in bars For what I say I'll do my best But one of these days you have to do the rest Is today that day let everyone see The beauty and pain that hides beneath Step up to the mic speak your heart That's it there you go it's all pure art And down you have gone Hit the floor hard O great o great rocky start
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