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I happened to click on page 63 and go through to page 65 and it was MOAB telling a story about a Mexican that needed a job.
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From a head full of pressure rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck
I got touched by a hazy shaded, God help me change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
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