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permission to speak, but no edition to delete

yeah, i've tried so hard to find, what all was left behind

this is the way to go, were you here, i'll never know?

for what was left of us, dissipated into dust



x marks the spot for secret treasure

kickin your dad would be a pleasure



but then, the price is right is wrong

you’ll give me a tablespoon, but

it's a knife off the counter instead

what? this puzzle hasn’t an end



i have no problem with you

that's the problem with the truth

you have no problem with me

hit me in the eye, and I can't see



baisted eggs will break your legs

drink a keg and watch square pegs