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You Can't

Find happiness through me
I'm a seer, mentor at best
In a lot of ways I've crossed over
Sex used to be everything
Now it's kinda like a side dish
Not quite french fries with gravy
More like brown rice and garlic
I'm a healthier option now
But I'll probably still stink up the joint
Tread lightly
Pass the butter please
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