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Truth always coming up from behind me
But I have to go ahead of the lying
To show my jealousy
There is more to lonesome old me
Then I grew to land and sea
By two strong hands
Overbearing energy
In case I need
I'll take love from growth
With yesterday gone south
I'll fight then get along
When I am wrong
Show off
Get off
I'm sure
Mister quester

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