Here is your broken character, the one left of heaven.
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Scissors cut him from the page, example,
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continue to read not to retrace the steps, touch me.
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The hemorrhaging has ceased, has ceased.
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And I swallow these capsules, to regain my grip.
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And I swallowed myself sick. And I inherited my health.
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Here is your wake and smile, that you seem to need.
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The safe and the touch, and the unweave.
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Right where you placed it the night before,
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Saint checks in to make sure,
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you're right where you say that you are,
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right where you are.
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They all seem so truthful,
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they all seem so true.
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Couldn't find a better way to lie.
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