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Against The Odds
A block so thick, taller than our vision. We're pushing against a formal version of time. Born dead but came alive,escaping time left behind. A place stuck, a culture fucked, made of gold sitting ducks. The ambition drops, falling with our depth - another form of earth created silent regret. A fib so thick, taller than our vision. Try not to buy it: A formal version of lies.
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