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There is thick clouded glass before my eyes
My ears are full of cotton
A vise slowly tightens on my skull
My nose is a faucet
My ears are full of cotton
A vise slowly tightens on my skull
My nose is a faucet
...And your breathing like an antique accordion, but you still look cute.
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