.[Verse 1: Chester Watson]
Slice nice like hot knives and cold butter. clone juggler, leave him as a lone, one stoned he don't utter, silence sings. we prize these things so materialistic, see books should thrive in the city
But they don't
As I reflect on this life i do pit.
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