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Please disinclude meYou're not solving any problems,Just a-dragging the hearts of simple men along with you.I'm grinding my teeth over work that I'm lost in,You're not the only one that is trapped in a costume.Tomb. Tomb.In your world is, posturing,A lack of guts and rut gluttony.Put some soul in this shit.Come on, stop faking it. From Letras Mania