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Bonjour. You look at my beauty, you look at my prevelent poisnous poise, And none would expect that I would have such a secret. But my outer shell does not reflect the inner noise 
"A deadly weapon in disguise But i keep my head down Horror fills their eyes I search for patterns on the ground Bright lights fills night skies But I still feel bound I look up wishing I could fly
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