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Twisted goals
The epiphany is worth
a bicentenary
No one knew
But she's only
Nine
A telephone and a book
Is all she's given
If you don't belong
To this universe
Who will adopt you
I know something good
I KNOW something good
I know something good
I know SOMETHING good
I knew some fickled
I know this in my soul
Its good
Don't corrupt me
I know it's something good
I know it's something good
I'll rise
I'll rise
Plenty
Only this I say
You will rise again
Remember stem
We can't always win
But you must
Win the stem
I know something good
I know something good
I K!NOW something good
Joy
a bicentenary
No one knew
But she's only
Nine
A telephone and a book
Is all she's given
If you don't belong
To this universe
Who will adopt you
I know something good
I KNOW something good
I know something good
I know SOMETHING good
I knew some fickled
I know this in my soul
Its good
Don't corrupt me
I know it's something good
I know it's something good
I'll rise
I'll rise
Plenty
Only this I say
You will rise again
Remember stem
We can't always win
But you must
Win the stem
I know something good
I know something good
I K!NOW something good
Joy
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