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| The ballad reads: Be gone the heavy binder big Within my backpack black I wish my homework vanished quick It really hurts my back |
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| Betrayal hatred go away For you fill us with dark And everyone filled with a spot Of darkness in their heart |
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| The pain, the torture, face it, NO! Do you like us to cry? Can you recall the day it was, Who you were tortured by? |
