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Atlanta Docs

I'm not to be forgottеn Drop your books when I walk in Magic talks, without talking I make the most bеfore the coffin Born to be desiring, ah-ah Gotta learn, yeah, eyes are always on the next goal But space isn't there to always be filled up It's the quiet (shh), the downtime to breathe in my lungs

'Cause I'm mortal (ah-ah-ah) Defected by this form (ah-ah-ah) So I beg to be tested by goddesses Resting their heads upon pillows Of all they have learned

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