(Spoken) Go blinky, it's your birthday We're going to rave like it's your birthday Yo, Yo, you can find me in the club Sucking on my thumb I wish I weren't so dumb. Want to be a gangsta, but can't afford a gun All the girls know I'm no fun. (Growled) Weary life, forbidden of falls From a seeker spawns a beast Concert for the death of lies Confront the first to fall with bread and smiles Cry once where a troll once died The sun fell and black was released YAAAOOWWW
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