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Carbon Soul
Eat your toys if you like your Sundays.
Lost doors,
Last doors,
Coo coo of the stars.
Puke on the few.
Snake you away.
I use to be a Johnson.
Then I changed my name to Anderson.
Read it out loud,
Read the horn.
Cosher.
Casher.
Carbon soul.
Lost doors,
Last doors,
Coo coo of the stars.
Puke on the few.
Snake you away.
I use to be a Johnson.
Then I changed my name to Anderson.
Read it out loud,
Read the horn.
Cosher.
Casher.
Carbon soul.
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