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Ourself is one on one now
By two we make it three
Fucked up is a state of ten now
And so but that's just greed
For self peculiar interest
A crime that fits the fee
False bluff and arrested conscience
It's all but that's just me
No trade, emotional distance
Like words that hang by the feet
Night crops into a disturbance
It falls and here we'll be
Ourself is one on one now
By two we make it three
Fucked up is a state of ten now
And so but that's just greed
For self peculiar interest
A crime that fits the fee
False bluff and arrested conscience
It's all but that's just me
No trade, emotional distance
Like words that hang by the feet
Night crops into a disturbance
It falls and here we'll be