The Program
The Program
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Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Have you met perfection?
Soft all over
No fear of the monster
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Don't you just love mornings?
I need a taste to be convinced
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I have my methods, daddy
Claim your big prize
You came in red, you'll leave all red