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Lunch Weight Training
Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief All kill their inspiration and sing about the grief
We're cut adrift But still floating I'm only hanging on To watch you go down, my love
Morning Weight Training
Well you stole it 'cos I needed the cash And you killed it 'cos I wanted revenge. Well you lied to me 'cos I asked you to. Baby, can we still be friends?
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