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I'll throw you scraps
And talk the bad things
The language or the motive
Affected shown is

Self imitating, trust the dying breed
The pitch I made has been

On my end, I trust in
What's left here to lie is
Admired you trust in
Without fear you borrow

My world of one speak up
The good things
The guidelines let me follow
Offense is borrowed

Self imitating, trust the dying breed
The pitch I made has been

On my end, I trust in
What's left here to lie is
Admired you trust in
Without fear you borrow
I'll throw you scraps   And talk the bad things   The language or the motive   Affected shown is      Self imitating, trust the dying breed   The pitch I made has been      On my end, I trust in   What's left here to lie is   Admired you trust in   Without fear you borrow      My world of one speak up   The good things   The guidelines let me follow   Offense is borrowed      Self imitating, trust the dying breed   The pitch I made has been      On my end, I trust in   What's left here to lie is   Admired you trust in   Without fear you borrow