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instinct

Bad gone great year
Look back hurts dear
I'm dreaming far away
So are you we decay

Instinct
we are
Imbred

I'm done being human
I believe we better
I'm asleep but awake
I literally feel the fake

instinct
We are
Imbred

I Was Mister Deeds
When it came instinct
I believe I made me sick
I'm just so tired of it
Written by Ianhelpless (Ian helpless)
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