.I was born in the jungle
With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air
I was born in a white hole and I can't believe the colors here
They stalk on a circle
I've never been blessed with elephant's memory
I'm riding a red line nowhere
If it takes 40 years for the gun to .
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