.Thin december air is like the dry ice smoke
You´ll come to your senses or inhale and choke
My IQ allows me to brush you aside
You´re zeros and ones, you´re wrong where I´m right
chorus:
Now, the tyrant is dead and his lady is free
I am going ahead with the reinvention.
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