Fits you best
50 percent chance
You're like the rest
I know the cards in your hand
I know your master plan
I'm dull and dark
I'll put out the spark
I could write more words on this matter to give the impression that this is more meaningful but I have said what I have wanted to say. My tongue is mine, and if you ever try to take it away from me I will become sad, shrivel up and die.
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