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prayer

Hold up two hands with plectrum inside
My ass cheeks are clapping got my god so tight
No joking we are near our goal i can see it so bright
Issues are for those departed the fiends standing in front light

As I’m mortal a broad quartal of studies going wrong way
No time wasting cutting chasing as I’m going to stay
Where you going for that feeling of might
We got everything everything in that broad day light

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