.There was a song we used to sing
That we'll never sing again,
Old tired bones depend
On their easy answers
And the tired trends,
Cheers to you my dead air friend.
The frequencies are bleeding it.
The frequencies are feeding it.
The frequencies are breeding it.
She's a .
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